” At that moment I wished I hated him. I wished he wasn’t such a great guy, wanting to help out all his friends. I wished I were breaking up with ...im because he hit me, or cheated on me, or better yet, because I didn’t love him. It was the opposite. I loved him all too much. I was only breaking up with him because he was such a nice guy, and while helping out his buddies, I was left with the scraps of time and energy he could give me. And why could I hate him for being a good guy? Who was left. "I know that he explained it, but I'm not sure that you completelyunderstood what the doctor did this morning. He pulled your testicles asfar up into your body as he could manage, and sewed them in place sothey would not fall back, then he gave each of them a shot of estrogento shrink them a bit, but primarily to make it more comfortable for youhe said. But he did mention that the estrogen he gave you might helpyour transition but he wasn't sure. Then he moved your urethra into thesame place. They were begging through themedia for the kidnappers to return Thomas.The next few days were hard. Mum and Dad hardly spoke with me, and mum wasafraid to let me out of her sight, as she thought I could be kidnapped.Mum apologized for blaming me, but it was too late. I thought it was myfault. I knew it was my fault. I missed Thomas. I missed the chance ofsaving him from the kidnappers.Things went worse as the weeks went on. Thomas was not returned. The Presslost interest in the story. The. She spread her legs a little as he coasted up the inside of her thighs brushing against her thinly covered pussy. She told him to be sure not to forget her ass. He proceeded to cover first one cheek and then the other. She moaned a little in encouragement. He slipped one finger under the strap that was her suit bottom and ran it up and down her ass crack. Julie offered no resistance. Julie asked if he minded doing her front. He stammered no problem. She rolled over and closed her eyes. He.