Mario was a couple years younger than me and I had originally met him when I worked at my first job. We had been friendly with each other but that was...about it. After I had left, I lost touch with most of the coworkers so it was nice to see them again. I looked to see what my coworkers were doing and since they were all out on the dance floor, I decided to sit and chat with Mario for a bit. We caught up on the past, while he continued to purchase me drinks. I thought nothing of it and enjoyed. As exhausted as I was, I still had the energy to move through my first anal orgasm. It was different, not as hard, but just as beautiful if not more so. I almost cried when she pulled her fingers out. She got up and went into the bathroom and returned with a cool wet towel which she used to bathe me so gently I almost went to sl**p. I was destroyed, but unbelievably, I wanted more. She lit the candles on the mantle and In the soft glow of their light, I studied that beautiful body. When I had. It was my only choice.The day that I dreaded was here. My jeans wouldn't fit meanymore. The extra fat the daily hormone treatment gave me madeit impossible to pull them up. I had to choose something from mynew "wardrobe". I chose a black skirt that reached my knees.Nothing to short or lacy. It was the nearest thing I could findto a "man's skirt" if ever there was such a thing and a plainblack top. I still wore my boxers though. It was the last bit ofmale clothing I had that I could still fit. Here and there, the twisted boles of trees stuck up from gritty grey soil. Dried vines clawed at the earth like long, thin fingers. Her wide, guileless eyes surveyed the landscape with both pity and horror. The path looked as though it went on forever, but appearances were deceiving here and before long she had reached something new. A cliff wall, towering so high that the top of it raked with spires of stone at the clouds, tattered them, slashed the sky itself into ragged wounds. A cavern.