“Good morning, NIS folks!” Mr. Ballas said with a smile as we walked into his business administration classroom a few seconds after the late bell....��Somebody must have had some strawberries or bananas in his Special K, this morning,” Tempe chuckled at our homeroom teacher.“Close! The Misses made strawberry pancakes!” Mr. Ballas replied as he rubbed his hand over his stomach.“Oh! Nice!” Elizabeth exclaimed from her seat just behind mine.The regular Tuesday announcements weren’t all that. What if they ALL get to fuck her? "All of them!!". Yes, I told her. "All the guys chat to you to hopefully get the chance to fuck you so what if you let them?". She giggled and said that it sounded like a good game. We had a few drinks in various bars and then went to her favourite club. We grabbed some drinks and sat down. Donna went off dancing and number one approached her. I watched as the guy got braver and braver and was touching her more. They stopped dancing and came over and sat down. It was intense and by the time I let Angela come up for air she was almostsuffocated. I slumped down across her, my lust finally spent. My thoughts finallycame back to reality. What would happen when I let her go? I'd just committedrape and she could very easily go the law. I decided to play the little girlcard. I began to get dressed, watching her with as cold a look as I could muster. ? Don'tthink about telling anyone about this? I warned her ? I'll just say you seducedme into an S+M thing. Eventually, though, they start figuring it out. They have a need to dress as the opposite gender, privately or publicly... or they need to find ways to express themselves, one way or another, as the opposite gender. In more extreme cases, the person comes to the realization that, mirrors notwithstanding, they ARE of the opposite gender from the one their genetics and physical appearance dictate.Everyone has an ego, some more well-developed than others, but it's always there. And every last.