The one he'd been forced to accept after he'd moved in with her. Along with the dresses and tights; the bangles, blouses and lacy white girl-socks. Th...re was the truth of it: three years of brief red miniskirts and sheer yellow sun frocks had transformed him into a mincing little sissy. Julia had coerced and manipulated him over the past thirty-six months, gradually eroding his frail, teenaged psyche until he'd begun to doubt his own gender.It was so unfair, so unjust. So wrong. He hated being. During dinner I gave my mother a sneaky look every now and then. She looked like she always did, like the successful, popular, sweet children’s author. Her long blond hairs were tied in a knot on the back of her head and she wore a white blouse under a grey business suit. She was wearing her glasses – recently she had started to need a pair – en wore round golden earrings that were quite large for her standards. Looking better I also noticed she was wearing a little more make up than usual.. .. I didn't mean to make it sound... I'm coming over. Okay?" Please?!?"That's all I needed to hear.Even though it was dark out, I didn't hesitate to jump into Midge and push her as fast as she could go, which on a calm day was close to 100 MPH. What usually took me over a half an hour to drive, took me probably less than ten minutes simply because I had gone in a straight line and didn't have any stop signs or traffic lights to deal with.I had never attempted to fly at dark before, and it's a. ‘Fabulous!’ Alicia moaned, and closed her eyes, arching her back! She realized, with a thrill of foreboding, that her continuing good health could be completely dependent on whether she could keep this creature sexually satisfied. His hands traced her contours, moving down over her quivering belly, and into her lush, dark, pubic bush. ‘This will have to be shaved off!’ he said, firmly. Her eyes fluttered open, and she swallowed hard and nodded. ‘Y-Yes, Arnie!’ she agreed, meekly, not daring to.