God, what could I do? I was so into girls andtheir aura, and I found the whole dominant-male/submissive-female "dance"so intoxicatingly sexy, but ther... was no way I could ever occupy the malerole in such a scenario, despite the fact that I was born male. So I didthe only "reasonable" thing-I internalized the other side. I began toinhabit the girl role, in my mind, my dreams, and my fantasies. I evenlearned to masturbate in a way that physically emulates the way a girltouches herself, and I. The first thing I noticed my skin loosened, like I had shrunk inside it. My face itched and I could feel my whole body warping. I had once been on a roller coaster that was supposed to go up to five g’s so your whole body felt half crushed and the flesh rippled and moved all on its own, that’s kind of what it felt like. Fortunately for me Mr Tomes was a small man, so there wasn’t much difference between us in size and shape. The change only took about a minute or so before everything seemed to. She tackled, and rolled, and moved as she pulled her hose into place, and then her dress over her head. Nausea ran, for years. She ran, and ran, and by whatever mystical powers the gypsy hand granted to her, she never needed sleep. She ate, as she ran, and sped through the world around her with no regard to the beauty of nature, or structure, land, or sea. Nausea ran, and ran, and each day that she ran, she felt certain that the next day she would outrun Ugly. It was a cold, cold Winter’s night. I stood and placed her clothes on the picnic table. Then in one motion I picked her up, placed her on top of them, and then spread her legs. I dove into her waiting snatch, excited for her taste. The bittersweet tinge or her juices drove me onward and I tried to drive my tongue inside her. “That’s so good,” she said. One hand reached up to grab her breast. Soft moans and writhing accompanied my licking. I moved my mouth over her clit, took it inside, and swirled my tongue around. I circled my.