”So I hopped behind the wheel and began the nearly hour and a half drive to Aunt Marsha’s house. Aunt Marsha was a bit eclectic, not really pretty... but she had a rack that needed turn signals. I do not know her measurements but ‘busty’ does not do her justice.As mom closed her eyes to fend off her head ache, I reminisced about the last time we visited Aunt Marsha’s house. Mom hugged her sister and then Aunt Martha hugged me, but she is short, I’m tall and so I got on my knees as a joke and Aunt. It was stormy outside. The rain continuously pounded on the window and bolts of lightning would illuminate every tree and hill for miles for a split second while the thunder shook the earth. As usual, we were tangled up in eachothers arms. I hadn't yet done anything to sexually please him, although I wanted to. I rolled over on top of him and stradled his hips, making sure that his cock was conveniently placed between my legs. I kissed him long and hard ocassionally biting his lip. I could feel. I had drunk a couple of beers and bravely said you should try it she laughed and we changed the subject.The next night Shelley messaged me and after a while asked where was it that i used to walk, i told her the place which she was not familiar with and again told her she needs to try it as there is no feeling like it, once again she laughed and we left it at that.The next night (Thursday) after a few beers i messaged Shelley and said the weather forecast for Friday was good and i was thinking. In fact, I don’t consider myself a man any longer. I’m a girl, or a boy at best compared to them. The power of big black cock has compelled me to be a girl. It’s so strange because it is the most natural thing I’ve ever felt. I’ve been wearing dresses, skirts, lingerie and I have become fascinated with high heels and nail polish as a means to look as much like a girl as I can to serve black men. I have grown my hair long like a girl and I have even considered getting breast implants and taking.