I have some sort of elemental power, which is cool. Thebiggest change though, is that I used to be a boy," I said."How do you feel you're handling the...changes?" asked Dr. Golding."I think I'm doing pretty well. I always assumed that I would get MORFSat some point, and my dad is a hybrid, so becoming one myself wasn't asbig a shock as I'm sure it is for some people. It's the forced sex changethat is the hardest to deal with, and not only the physical changes." What exactly do you mean?" she. I really was beginning to love this, I can`t explain why but it was as if I was empowered and it felt really exiting in the group fucking scenario and I wanted more. Eventually I moved to the UK and married a good looking but sadistic guy called Greg who very quickly realised the kind of girl I really was and exploited my feelings for his own benefit whenever he got the chance. We were regular members of a swingers circle and I quickly absorbed myself in the company of guys who were. I got him a whiskey, and we just sat and talked for a little while. We talked about likes and dislikes, politics, and some past relationships. He had been an admirer of sissy girls for a long time, but he only recently worked up the courage to meet with one. I was only the third he had been with, and he was realizing that he liked it better than being with a regular girl. After some time passed, we both seemed to be getting anxious. He moved a little closer and put his arm around me. I. Bill wondered what was causing it, and was about to ask about it, when a thought popped into his head. "Roosevelt, are you wearing a corset?"Roosevelt stiffened. Defiantly, he asked, "So what if I am?" Hey, no judgment here. I was just wondering because you were moving pretty stiffly. I'm surprised you have the guts to come here in that. In public, I've only worn..." Worn what?" Worn... panties and stockings under my clothes. Occasionally a bra, too." You're wearing girl's underwear, too? Go.