I nodded. I was ashamed that she had to see it. I had once been quitelarge, but not anymore or ever going forward. I didn't need it anymore,but still ... wished that I had better self control to make the pillsunnecessary.She released me and allowed me to redress. Never again would she try tohave sex with me. Her sinful heart was cleansed.My breasts began to visibly develop not long after that. I could nothelp but realize I was growing more feminine by the day.I explained this to the Father. He. It was that anxiety that stayed with me throughout school, and the start of something queer happening to me too my mindset. Once I hit my 20s I saw what went on inside some of the public toilets. By the time I was twenty-one, I began to venture to these same toilets and parks to watching guys pee, observing and looking for signs. By now, the sight of a cock made me giddy and anxious, eventually, I gave into my faggy urge and wanted cock, age was no obstacle nor was girth. I knew by now I was. I was ready to lose my anal virginity…And boy o boy that was something…I had never even fingered myself so I was in for quite a experience. She knew I had never done anything so she told me she had to prepare my virgin hole. She put some spit on my virgin hole and her fingers and she slowly and softly put one of her fingers in my asshole. It felt strange and unfamiliar. It was felt kinda rough at first but that was only the beginning. She put 2 more fingers in 3 fingers were in my ass. It kinda. ”“What are your friction points?” Ginger asked.Jo laughed, “Mostly meaningless shit. You didn’t empty the dryer. You left your dishes in the sink. Whose half-glass of milk is still in the refrigerator? You ate my leftovers. They’re petty, but I was used to them with Doug, and now there’s also someone else.”I asked, “About sex?”“Amazingly, not so much. I never mind Beth and Doug getting it on. They’re both very inclusive of me, so I rarely feel left out. When I do it’s often because I’m feeling.