“I need you to protect me from my worst enemy…me.” And she dropped her head. “Sir.”Again he sighed, then said, “May I at least remove your...cuffs so you can sleep more comfortably?”She was silent for a time, then nodded. He gently, one-by-one, unlocked and removed the cuffs on her wrists and ankles, kissing her hands, then her feet, one-by-one, as he did so.When he was done, he leaned forward and kissed her again, and she responded passionately…until she burst into tears and threw her arms. .It took many years of secretly dressing before I gained the confidenceto do something about my body. I did lots of research into changing sex,I realised that as I was six foot tall it would be difficult to pass sodecided to take matters into my own hands, I needed to be happy as me. Ifirst visited a private clinic in Manchester, they took blood tests,told me to apply cream twice a day to my beard growth and chest, theyalso gave me some 0.625mg Premarin tablets. It took three visits (eachat. I asked her if she wanted to change positions, and have her on top.She seemed shy, saying “no”, because she wouldn’t know what she was doing. I just told her to go with the rhythm of the music, and just do what made her feel good. I was helping her a little, telling her to move her hips back and fourth, with her hands on my chest. Once she started, it was like paradise. Her tits hanging in my face and I was gripping and slapping her ass. She was making sexy faces, biting her bottom lip with her. But I won't get her,I'm never that lucky". He was right. I drew no. 1, of course. His father had no. 11 and he no. 29. "Shit",he mumbled, bitterly, "She'll be gone long before your turn, Dad". "Butnot before mine", I whispered in his ear. "Hey man, you'll let meborrow her?" "Well, I'm not sure it would be good for you, fuckingyour sister". "Aw!" He looked embarrassed. "I've never...". "Noteven dreamt about it, beaten off with her on your mind?" "Of coursehe has", his father broke in, "Any boy.