We sit in facing armchairs. A CD is playing in the background, our current favourite for this scenario is Tchaikovsky’s Romeo and Juliet Overture (c...incidentally, he called it a Fantasy Overture). I lift my skirt up to my waist, open my legs and slip my hand inside my knickers. Paul opens his trousers and extracts his penis.Slowly, and with teasing pauses, I recount my imaginings. Over time the tale has grown longer, new details have been added, but the general outline remains the same.]The. Pretty Pinky's Bugaw (pimp) had let it be known that his sissy was going to pull a train after evening chow - from 6 p.m until 12 midnight lockdown. To be honest, Pinky was a little nervous. "She" had never fucked so many black men at once like that. But "her big pimp had been adamant: "You pullin' that train tonight, girl, an' that's all they is to it." What a great place! In prison they turn some white guys into women and the blacks buy and sell them like cattle. I'll do a naked fuck dance,. Her clothes I barely remember except where they best allowed vantage of an ankle, a knee, a shoulder or even (and this was guaranteed to dampen the sheets) a belly-button or the heave of her bosom. But it was also I who was changing. My voice first cracked and then deepened. My awareness of details such as a girl’s choice of clothes, shoes and hair-style was growing at the same pace as I became conscious of my own choice of shirt, trousers, shoes and jacket. Ydobon became less generic and more. M’ escaped her lips as she leaned gently back onto my desk. She was the last one to finish her exam. ‘Well, I’m not going to lie to you Mrs. Kinnear, it is a sight.’ I chuckled, looking down at the cartoon dinosaurs, robots, hearts and stars everywhere. Her white teeth came out from behind her beautiful full pink lips into a stunning smile. ‘Well, you know me, I get bored’ she giggled and stood straight again. As she was about to walk away to pick up her things, I called to her. Spinning on.