I had basically spent the last 4 years of my life working and saving money while being a secret sissy slut so I decided to quit my minimum wage job an... focus on my sissy training, at least for now. Heather and I were ecstatic! We celebrated with a few drinks because soon we would become girls. We spent the night chatting with dan and gary through email while playing with our pussies. We decided to do a photoshoot to send to them and spent about an hour posing in slutty positions and playing. Still half asleep, I was instinctively pushing and slapping at Finn’s shoulder.His arm closed around me, holding me to him tight. His own heartbeat was rapid, but as he held me, my pulse’s manic rate slowed to meet his. My breath steadied. I reached my hands to my face, pawing at the sweat—My palms came back dark. Not sweat. Blood.The reality of my dream crashed into me. I’d seen it before, been there before. Felt them before... “They’re back. Finn, they’re back!”Searing pain, like a ripping. My mouth explored her eager, open gash and I sucked on her lips and split them with my tongue. Her salty tang, sloshed with chlorine, made for a tasty sweet and sour cocktail. I squeezed her ass cheeks and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth.“Oh, Jesus…”The rain started coming down in torrents, hard pellets pounding us on the shallow steps and poking deep dimples into the surface of the pool. Her hands clutched my head and she pushed her pussy into my face and her clit delved deeper into my. I walked to the corner and hailed a taxi and directed him to the seediest bar area in the Bronx. I knew what I wanted and I knew I'd have no problem getting it. The taxi dropped me outside ANDY'S BAR & SPORTS CLUB. I walked inside and there were about eight guys drinking at the bar and four guys playing pool. As I'd hoped, I was the only woman in there. I sat at the fourth barstool and the bartender asked what I wanted. I told him I wanted to be fucked, hard and often. You could have heard a.