Inside he knew what he was.Inside he knew that he wasn't 'one of the guys', nor did he want to be.Inside he knew he would never be 'one of the girls',...although he longedto be.Inside he knew that he was a sissy.Inside he knew that his unrelenting sissy desires would always leave himin life neither one or the other.Never a 'normal' guy, never an openly gay guy and definitely never agirl.Inside he knew without doubt that he was a sissy.It was a knowledge that with his recent progression, or was. However, when we arrived there was a big surprise waiting for us. By the entrance, there was a sign with two words that changed my perception of vacation's forever. The sign read: “Nudist Camp”. When I saw it, my heart jumped. I felt both shocked and a lure of excitement. We all know a nudist camp is something natural and should not be a big thing. However, when you are there unexpectedly with suitcases in your hands, it suddenly becomes a big thing. After a short debate we decided that we will. My fingers trace down the side of your jaw line and across your neck, I find the first button to your blouse and fumble to start with, all because of the pent up anticipation running through my veins.As we continue to kiss, our lips entwine and our saliva lubricates our tongues. The occasional gasp and murmur from one another erupts from the depths of passion. The second button is now undone and I can see the small brown nipple belonging to your body, so sweet and tiny, yet hard and responsive. " I was born with a tight anus. The doctors told my parents that I will have constipation all my life and probably cancer of the colon. They told them that my ass should be stretched, while I am baby and even later. They gave them from glass, long things... what we use in the laboratory from glass..." She couldn't express herself freely yet in German."You mean a test-tube?" Yes, test tubes, and they used it in ass everyday to stretch it. Sometimes I still constipation in my popshee. Also.