"See honey, that's not too bad is it" he said.He pushed a little and I new that part of his penis was inside, I don't know how much, but certainly par... of it.Again he smiled "See... that doesn't hurt does it... feels good eh?" he said "A bit more" he added.I tried to scream and pull away, tried thrashing from side to side, trying to escape what was about to happen."Shhhh... shhhh... calm yourself honey... just calm yourself... no one is going to harm you... just a little fun... you like fun. Over the weekends I would buy a selection of clothes and continued to dress until I improved. But still, there was not difference, no matter what I brought. I was still a boy in a dress.When puberty eventually did set it, I ceased these efforts in a fit of depression. Hair was growing all over uncontrollably and I didn't think to shave it off. My voice, however, did not break-which I felt was an advantage. In this time, I became more interested in the occult- not the most appropriate subject. At the bottom was a blindfold. I put it on as well. I heard heels clicking down the stairs and approaching me, then I heard my wife’s voice: Stand perfectly still Andrea…if you truly believe what you answered when you left the bathroom, then there is nothing to fear, is there? “No, ma’am.” I smelled her perfume as she passed within inches of me, and I stirred in my panties. I swear I heard her smile. There were a few clicks and then she began applying make up to my eyes, and eyelashes, and. His eyes filled with lust and he greedily stooped and began suckling my 36C boobs. I enjoyed his expert tongue dancing across my nipples, groaning when he nipped lightly, but I couldn’t stand it much longer and pushed him away with both hands. I wanted to taste his cock. As he sat back on the seat I looked up at him with my dark brown eyes that I have been told entrance people, and as he stared I slowly and sensually unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down. “Well aren’t we a little bold and.