I was starting to forget that I was aman...My first week was rough. LaTanya bossed me around all day long. Shetrained me on shampooing, but most of ...y time was spent cleaning andserving. On Thursday, she asked (demanded) that I do her a favor. Herboyfriend, Charles, needed someone to clean his apartment. Charles was18, and lived with two other dudes. The place was a mess and LaTanyavolunteered me to help them out. I had no choice in the matter.When we got to Charles' place, there was. This time, though, I wasn't so timid. This time it was my turn in the driver's seat and I took command right from the start.Without a word of warning or explanation, I pulled her upturned ass cheeks apart and guided my still hard and slick cock back to her wet slit and thrust back in, hard and completely."OhmyGod!" she squealed as I plowed into her still hypersensitive pussy.I immediately went back to the same intense breakneck fucking I was doing moments ago with the same results as well."Oh. When I get mad, mostly I don’t even know why I’m mad. Sometimes I just am because I am.I don’t like loud noises. Loud noises echo inside my head and won’t stop. Sometimes the noises are voices, sometimes they are just noise. Sometimes I just have to scream until the noise goes away. My own screaming doesn’t count as noise inside my head, maybe because I know it’s something I control. I don’t know what it is that makes me be like that, I just am because I am.Sometimes my brother yells at me,. Woman certainlyrequires a lot more cloths than a man. Candy was lacing me into the cincherand as she tightened it a feeling came over me that I needed a small waist.The more she tightened it the more I wanted it tightened. When she stopped I asked her to try to tighten it more and she did. Thesmaller my waist became the more I felt like a girl. I was really starting tofeel feminine. This might have been because of the hormones or maybe it wasbecause I was really enjoying my fantasy. What ever.