“Baby, that’s not going to fit inside me.” I was clearly alarmed, in fact, I was scared."Mom, you have taken all of me. I am that big.”I looke... at thetwo inch thick, big red dick stickingeight inches above the seat of the chair for amoment, and I turned to my son and said, “No baby, I don’t think you are. You are a very wellendowed man, very well endowed. But son, that thing is huge. I am not a big woman. I think we needto start out with a toy that is a little more reasonable in size.”I realize. Of course she could lick thebowl.There are other issues as well. It is the fact that evenwith HRT and SRS it is only the best that modern medicinecan do. Even then I am still not genetically female. Thereis no way I will ever give birth. The view in the mirror isstill too masculine. I don?t know if I could ever get ridor my beard or the rug that covers my body. I am too tall.My voice is too deep. The hair where I need it is missing.I need to put makeup and look pretty, not like someone whois. I had to get out of there. I could bolt down the stairs and out the door, but in this condition ‘bolting’ wasn’t exactly an option. I was in the shower for about 20 minutes, just resting and thinking. “I have to hurry” I said, “ I don’t have much time.” I got out of the shower, but fell to the ground, I guess my legs just didn’t have much strength left. “Fuck!” I yelled. For surely, the loud bang would let Artie know I was done. And it did. I heard Artie coming towards the bathroom now and he. Even if it was just me at home—well, me and the cat—I needed to start looking the part of the successful world-class baritone I was becoming. Going to become, I shouldn't get ahead of myself.There was an extra hop in my stride as I made my way down the stairs, calling out again to the cat. "Hey, kitty, I'm coming now, breakfast time! And isn't it a great day!" And I hit the bottom of the stairs and rounded the corner—Into a horror movie.The first thing I saw was the towels spread out on the.