But to do that, she would have to have money, a place to stay, people to go to, and cry out. Life was a slut. And Karma is a bitch. And in general the...world is unfair. She had already told all this to the bartender in the small pub behind the train station for the fourth time. And he bravely let the story be told. "Another beer and one of those cherry... thing... stuff... drink!" Katie slurred over the counter. Her long, unkempt light brown hair fell into her face. The bartender rolled his eyes. I berated myself for so many bad choices. Why? Why could I simply not be quiet and do as I'm told? Other people (other women I correct myself, bitterly) manage to do this. And there it was. It was simply not fair that I should be forced to stifle my tongue because I am a woman. Unfair that I should be required to think my dreams quaint and laughable and unattainable because I was a member of the fairer sex. That I should hold myself forward to be admired for the nipped-in size of my waist or. For example theirclothing was much cleaner, better taken care of than before. Itwasn't just their clothing, it was their hands, their smooth faces,and everything smelt and looked much better than before. Notestosterone making their sweat stink, and no facial hair development.They also all had a kind of walking and sitting that was not quiteright. Of course it was there missing cock and balls - with them nolonger 'getting in the way', all the 'boy's' were walking a bit swish,and sitting with. He was no longer in his pain now.He was fucking my pussy and at the same time pressing my boobs.As it was just his first time so he finished in just a few minutes and he got done very early.He then requested me to also allow him to fuck my ass also as he said he have seen it in porn movies and its really great to do.So I allowed him to fuck my ass and it was after a very long time that I was going to have ass sex.When he put his penis in my ass I shouted loudly and I was so damn fucked up.