He’d often wondered if it meant that he was a less than good person by still coming back to Lush or should he suddenly becoming all wholesome and go...d and wanting to live out the rest of his life as a tea totalling, gardening “gentleman” who’d been hit with the Wake Up Stick by the Fate Fairy. He wondered if he should be keeping bees and making jam as if a quietened, more placid lifestyle might make things a little “easier” for everyone. “FUCK THAT” he told himself with a chuckle.Before the. We laid down next to each other and continued kissing and caressing each other. I noticed his cock had started to harden in his shorts, making a bulge in the fabric. Gingerly, I reached out a hand and gently began to rub it. He gasped, and kissed me again as his cock stiffened more. I genuinely thought it'd tear through the cotton such was his excitement! He began to reach under my short summer skirt up my thighs and rub my pussy, but I pulled his hand sharply away. "Not yet", I gasped,. " I blushed a little. I don't think I knew it then, but I wasproud to get a compliment."What is it like, making the transition to becoming femme?"They always used that word, 'femme.' I think they were avoiding 'female'since we were not, technically, going all the way to becoming women. Theyshot us up with huge doses of estrogen. They implanted us with huge,beautiful round tits. They feminized our faces, got rid of our Adam'sapples. They extended our hair, taught us how to care for it and. Your pussy moistened more again. Yes, you knew that I was waiting until you were ready. Well – you were ready now. Your robe fell to the floor. You slowly turned around – away from me. You wanted to show me what was mine. You were lovely and you felt it under my gaze. Your curly hair cascaded over your shoulders. Your warm skin drank in the candle light, returning the highlights and depths of shadow that defined your form. Gentle curves stretching across your skeleton, your vertebrae and ribs.