‘My doctor once told me if I gave up smoking, drinking, and watching so much porn, I’d add another five years to my life. I told him, ‘Who would...want those five years?” ‘You’re a mess,’ the skinny girl with curly blonde hair giggled. She propped her narrow ass on the hood of Wilson’s car. He fought against letting his eyes drop to her chest. Kelly was naturally skinny and loved wearing skin tight shirts. She had once told him, ‘I look too flat chested if my shirt isn’t tight enough,’ So she. "And this time, I won't wait so long!" Good. Take care, buddy; and definitely bring me another BIG fucking load of cum! That was a NICE one!"His compliment sent a thrill through me as I zipped up and prepared to leave. I knew he had someone else coming by soon, so I didn't hang around, but as I rode away, I was already eager to go back again! As I exited the alley, I saw a young guy carrying a skateboard under his arm, and heading up the alley in the same way I'd just come from. He avoided. By the time I reach the trail 3 of the 4 men who had been sitting in their cars, had already gotten out and were slowly following me, along with 2 of the truckers.I walked down the path to a picnic table, and pretended to be adjusting the straps on my High Heels. As soon as the first guy got there he said, "Hi sweet thing, you look hot". I turned and said, " I'm as Hot as you would want me to be, if you don't sharing me with everyone else."He had his hand in his pants pocket, massaging his. The battle for my gender, he said, would be won or lost in the next few weeks.Lying at home, in my own bed, but not my own body. The hormone treatment was failing. It was early June, less than two months since the onset of my symptoms. My chest was sore, my nipples doubled in size. My hips had widened, my butt feeling strangely round beneath me. My skin was softer, paler, almost translucent. Even my face had changed; the person looking at me in the mirror was a stranger now. My eyes seemed.