Pupils were allowed to follow their own interests and many 'boy-girls' took this last opportunity to enjoy a few 'masculine' pleasures. Boxing, footba...l and rugby were, of course, not allowed, but hockey, netball, rounders and gymnastics were encouraged as well as more ladylike pastimes such as dance and ballet.'Girls' such as Jenny thoroughly enjoyed these opportunities and - within the constraints of their feminised bodies and hormone treatments played quite aggressive games. I also enjoyed. Iguess it's not too bad, he thought. At least it won't be too noticeable.The shaving lotion had a fruity strawberry smell. Nick lathered his legsand started shaving, taking care not to cut himself. It took longer thanexpected, he moved slowly shaving behind his knees, up his thighs andaround his cock and balls. For some reason his clean shaven cock lookedalmost... feminine, he thought to himself. As he worked higher, thecombination of the smell and the smooth feel of his legs and groin feltnice. He was two years older than I was – seventeen. He was so ... masculine – so strong. I couldn't see how selfish he was; for me, he could do no wrong. And he wanted me."Ged gave a snort of derision. "I don't see what this--" Button it, Ged," said Catherine sharply. "You aren't helping, and this is totally relevant."Ged shrugged, and gave her a petulant look. Catherine scowled at him."Go on sweetheart," Catherine said to Cassie, reaching out and covering her hand with her own.Again, a deep breath.. Attracted by the smell of aftershave, she came back to kiss my cheek. Her silky hair rubbing on my freshly shaved cheek drove me mad with desire.I put my fingers in her short hair and stroked it. I asked her why is one side of her hair longer. She said because she wanted it like that. She made her fingers like a scissor and held a big chunk of hair, showing me the graduation.“I want to level it,” I said, pulling out my steel scissors from the cabinet.“Not a chance, but you can cut a little on.