[... What a teenage boy does to quench his rising new desires coursing through his body may surprise and shock you... ]Stepping back into my bedroom, ... large bathroom towel wrapped about me, I felt something - call it intuition - and looked about my room nervously. I have had a long enough day and definitely enough startling discoveries this last week to last a year. My eyes scanned the room but eventually dropped to my hastily discarded work clothing at the foot of my bed. It all seemed as I. The ride was one ofthose wistful 'morning-after' ones in New York, with a too-bright bluesky and all the Saturday activity of the city.My mind was bouncing between the fun, and the other thing that Daddy hadsaid: "If we meet again, it's the beginning of the end for [my malename]." I knew, from our internet chats before meeting, that he wanted awilling sissy to feminize, and I know that's what he meant. Now it's upto me to take the plunge. Oh god, I need a gurl to talk to!I spent the rest of. She studied beauty therapy and strongly insisted that she consistently (to my pleasure) a smoothly waxed vagina, pristine even.I proceeded to reenact our encounter from the night before and take great pleasure in going down on her for several minutes. I was more than happy to keep going, however the reason I was there was to go all the way. I'd wanted it for so long. Now was the time. I stood up, quick to disrobe.Jade fell to her knees and swiftly grabbed my by now large, veiny and throbbing. ” She said to him.She made a shushing sound, sat down on one side of the bed and pulled down the blanket that covered him. Then she started to unbutton his bloodstained shirt. Revealing for each button his hairy muscular chest, and on his dog tag she could read his name: Kyle Shields. It fitted him, she thought. With his shirt completely unbuttoned, she started caressing his chest. This was something she always had wanted to do, to get this close to a man, to touch him, to make him enjoy. Kyle.