And I was.By now, I had a pretty good wardrobe of women's clothes going, along with shoes, my own makeup, and accessories. I was letting my hair grow ...ut, but it would take years before it was as long as my wig, so I still needed that for now.In fact, I was so happy with what I was becoming, that I was seriously thinking of making a full time change. I finally went and found a job as LeAnne, which allowed me to quit my old one, and cut most of my ties to my old life.I bit the bullet, and moved. Still makes the anxiety surge. Does he feel it? He must do. He touches me like I’m an instrument and I make the sounds too; each gasp and moan comes in sync with the pressure of his touch. He plays me. And I can’t help loving it.“Is that a yes?” he murmurs.“No,” The word spills out, half a moan as I push back against his hand.“No?” His thumb stops moving. It’s like a ride at the fairground suddenly shut off. A power cut. The anticipation cut short. All dressed up with nowhere to go.He pulls. It was a beautiful, circumcised knob, with thick, ropey veins pulsing on it’s surface and a bulbous tip that was swollen and purple, drizzled with the streams of water from the shower, making it appear as though it was already covered in pre-cum.With my thumb and forefinger, I gently massaged the sides of his cock while I kept one hand on his testicles. He moaned a low noise, his eyes were closed, so I took the opportunity to watch myself working at his cock. It was like watching somebody. When she pulled away, he grinned. ‘I’m Gage.’ There was silence between them as the teacher tried to grab the classroom’s attention, but the only person who seemed to exist right now to the small boy and girl was each other. They hit it off instantly, their friendship blossomed, and by the time all the kids had rushed out of the room at the sound of the bell, Natasha and Gage were still on the floor playing. Their giggles filled the air as they raced cars. Sometime during the day, Natasha.