The boots and uniform pieces were like asuit of armor to Joe's mind. The knife and pistol in the bag made himfeel better. Not good, but better. Joseph...Bradley was on lockdown. Hefelt the same way now, as he once did on a combat patrol in Korea duringthat war. Enemies everywhere and danger around every corner. Womanhoodwas not a blessing, it was a curse. It made you a victim, a target.Being a woman made you prey, and prey was fodder for predators.Since that night at the club, Joe had not touched. She would not submit tomutilation. She didn't need an artificial cunt to be a woman, becausegender was a psychological, not a physical, matter. In her heart andher mind, she was a woman, a shemale, a chick with a dick, and she wasproud to be one. Nevertheless, for her, sex-reassignment surgery was asunnecessary as it was unwanted.As she stoked the nipple of her left breast with her left thumb, shemasturbated, pumping the taut flesh back and forth upon her stiffprick. The nipple swelled,. She never did reciprocate any advances because she was worried her parents would find out. That wasn’t the case anymore though.You on the other hand were not that lucky. You stood at a slightly taller 5’6, and since your parents enrolled you into the same Swim and dance classes Stacy was in, you never developed much mass, instead getting a similarly toned figure. Any muscle you did have was focused around your legs, and unfortunately your ass as well. Hair also never seemed to be an issue,. In front was Betsy, a very pretty, curvy redhead. She was dressed in a catholic schoolgirl’s outfit, complete with white shirt wrapping her largish, soft breasts, plaid skirt, and white ankle socks nestled in very high buckled heels. The shirt was too big, so she’d tied it into a knot, leaving her white belly exposed. Her red hair was pulled up into a ponytail, completing the innocent teen look, which was only helped by her glasses. The effect was ... smoldering to say the least. Betsy hugged.