I got a little wetter as I thought about what some of them might be thinking and knowing that there would be about 20 pairs of eyes staring at my puss... for the next hour.The next 30 or so minutes went in no time. I’d been daydreaming and when the teacher unfastened the ropes I suddenly realised that it had been a nice daydream and that my pussy felt really wet. I needed to go to the toilet and clean myself up a bit.I told the teacher where I was going and marched out before he had a chance to. " A1: Voluminously Filled With Silk And Dried Herbs.A2: Tattered, Torn, And Mouldering, With A Cloying Reak Of Mildew And DecayA3: Made Of Well Sanded Pine Covered With Cotton Held On With Staples.A4: Decorated Along It's Sides With What My Probing Fingers Revealed To My Mind's Eye As Death's Head's And Ankhs."and my body to have the characteristics of,"B1: Small 'cute' lips, a little flat-ish 'snub' nose, small square teeth, a short tongue that can roll like a sausage bun, (perfect for eating. He tore off my baniyan and stripped off my lungi. He kicked me hard with rage and chucked me out. My terrified mother ran towards me as I fell down. It was a cold December mid night. After sending both of us out he shut the door with a loud thud. At the middle of the night there were no body to notice us. Mom removed her saree and covered me up. She helped me to get up and took me to our half constructed outhouse which had a spacious room to spend the night but no cieling. Mom covered me with. I've been homeless ever sincemy parents got divorced and left me on the streets. Neither one of themwanted me, so I just got left behind."I put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm so sorry."He shook his head. "Nah, it's okay. I managed to stay one step ahead ofall the gangs, so I never got raped or anything. The weirdest part ofthat experience was going to sleep a girl and waking up a boy."I nodded. "I know how that feels. I ended up the other way, because Iwas a boy who turned into a girl, but that.