Upon the floor.For her to rise,Wanting to see her breastsBounce back,Full and round and firmAs balloons ascendingInto Heaven above.ANDROGYNOUS PARADEI... the parade,An androgynous face,Like a girl'sAnd a boy's,So feminineAnd masculineIt's impossible to sayWhich he or she may be;Although the mustacheAnd goatee suggestBalls,The buoyant breastsBouncy and full,Despite the line of hairIn the cleavage between the two,IndicateOva,And there is no wayTo tell,For he or she wears pants,Skirts being largely. “Tabitha,” I said aloud, still in shock.“Oh, so you’ve heard of me? Or maybe you know me from school?” Tabitha said.Yes. Standing in front of me was the older version of the girl who had died when I was 12 years old. She was going to be my first girlfriend but a drunk driver had plowed into the back of her parents’ car on the day I had gone to tell her. I had dressed up, written down what I wanted to say, and had walked to her house which was just down the street. I had narrowly missed being. "Haaaa!"Something in him that he never could perceive switched and suddenly became a new nature. When it happened the echo, which was a side effect, began to resonate as means of guidance.Zax heard it before, the voice, but could not figure from where or when and without realizing his vocal cords started to mimic its rhythm in his own voice. Finally he just let it wash him over together with the new sensation. Like a cup that is being filled with water, every pore, every nook and cranny in his. " You will call me Ms. Violet or ma'am. Is that clear?" Yes, ma'am." Now you were saying?" I had a wax job, ma'am, but it wasn't my choice." Well sissies often have to do things they are told, like you will now.Get on the table and lay on your back!"I did as she told me and she quickly bound my wrists and ankles withcuffs to the corners of the table. She went to a locker and came backwith a straight edge razor and a can of shaving cream. She put theshaving cream down and took my cock in her.