Hobbled over toher bed, picked up a pair of jeans and clumsily slid them up her legs. Theywere a fairly loose fit and didn't cause too much discomfort... she took a thinpolo neck jumper from a drawer and put it over here head, it was the only thingshe could think of that wouldn't expose the state of her tits which were nowbecoming quite a dark red/purple colour. To the passer by she would look fairlynormal, little would they know of the abuse her body was undergoing. Therewasn't much time so she. I wanted more. So over pizza I came to the idea of doing more. As soon as I finish this pizza I wanted more of that pussy before I had too get some sleep before work a night shift.After pizza we were sitting on the couch watching law and order. I moved my hand on her thigh working in up and down slowly. What are doing? Lisa askedI gust smiled You are acting real weird. You have never started with me. She saidWell I can't have kids by myself. Knowing that would change here mine off things.. They were after her as well. I could handle all the criticism, but I felt bad for putting her into the limelight.She was a silent girl. She didn't mess with anybody, nobody messed with her. But now, the school had something on her, they were curious, making up weird stories, pointing at her. And although she seemed to be unaffected externally, I knew she wouldn't be able to handle this properly.In order to not cause her any trouble, I stayed away from her. I just thought that people would. It was unimaginable for me to admit that my kink was real. Worse, she had now shared the details with her best friend. I was blushing like crazy. “She says you’re probably a sissy boy. She’s read about it.” “It’s not true.” “I told her all about it, John. I’ve never felt you as hard as when you were wearing my nightie. Jennie says that’s a sure sign that you have a penchant for femininity. She thinks you might even be gay. Are you gay?” “No!” I almost shouted. “Calm down, John.” “Sorry, I’m not.