My basic men's tennis shoes made me feel short and ratty, andaltogether unkempt, even though for a boy I looked halfway decent. Evenmy now blonde hair...fell naturally into a somewhat androgynous style, andwith hardly a push became boyish again. It was...uncomfortable, and worstof all, my getup with the mustache fully implied that I was a girlwithout any of the prettiness to go with it.Erin walked with me in the hallway after lunch."Look around you Lily, look at all these boys dressed as girls. Yesterday, I found it very hard to awaken and really rouse myself for the day…it sorta felt like I was dragging an anchor for much of the morning. Also, the pressure I felt in my chest seemed worse. I decided to mention this to one of the medically-oriented people at our church, and ask if I really should worry about this, or if it was just another little sign that like the old wooden floors at our new home, I was just getting a bit older and a bit more creaky myself too. I had spoken with the. We have plenty of time. I roll my hips up, exposing my buttocks. You smile more as I reach behind my clitty and slowly remove a plug. I moan as its head slides out. It’s been in me a while now, at least 2 hours. I reach over to the bedside drawer and get a tube of lubricant. I make a show of applying it, lifting up and grinding my hips around as I slowly spread it in my relaxed rosy. It is cool at first, but soon warms up. You stand there, watching me while stroking your sweet member. I open my. He mustered up all his courage and gently knocked on her door.“Stacey? Honey? Can I come in?” Behind the door, he heard no response, only loud weeping. He did not want to catch her unawares again, so he knocked louder. “I’m coming in, sweetheart.” He turned the doorknob, and slowly opened the door. She was lying face-down on her bed, curled up in a fetal position, crying into her pillow, wrapped in his dress shirt. From the foot of her bed, he could see the bottom of her naked ass, and his.