My valet walked me through my bedroom pointing out where all my clothes were hung in which closet and of course what was in the various drawers in the...dressers. As he walked me through the stuff, I realized that there were more clothes and stuff that I had originally packed in Vermont when I left. To be exact, there were more clothes here than in my closet at home! I was beginning to suspect that Angela did not like the selection I brought with me. I wasn't going to fight her, this was her. Taking a quick detour to the restroom, I raced to an open stall and pulled out my raging cock. I was going to jerk off to Mandy for the first of many more times to come. Her abundant ass and tits were awesome subject matter as I quickly shot streams of cum all over the place. The toilet stall door now resembled a pearl jam colored Pollock painting. I knew my 4 years of high school Art would cum in handy! Pun intended…Once hired, Mandy and I hit if off right away. I made it an instant. Simultaneously she clinched her inner walls against my thumb and actually sprayed juices down my arm to my elbow. Meanwhile Janet was in ecstasy as she squeezed both of her breast together with one hand, leisurely licking her nipples. With her other hand behind my head, she force feed me the final inches of her cock. My own cock strained against the flimsy material of my thong and my asshole tingled in anticipation. I continued to suck Janet’s cock for another ten minutes or so as Amanda urged. I don?t want to change it into A fake woman?s body; I just want to have my body back. I know I will not and it depresses me even further. My doctors tell me that for my peace of mind that it would be best if I go ahead with the transition and at least try to be comfortable. I have seen my old body several times since the swap and all I can do is cry over my loss. It is so hard to see someone else wearing it. I know she is a good person inside but I cannot stand to see her. It is just a.