Chapter 2: An Odd ReactionAfter painting Lynn's finger and toenails, she spent the next couple of hours trying to coach some feminine grace into Lynn...s movements. It was like pulling teeth, and the sun was soon dropping below the horizon. Finally, in the gathering darkness, Janet nodded."I guess that will have to do," Janet said contemplatively."What do you mean that will have to do," Lynn asked suspiciously."Well, I thought my scrumptious new girlfriend and I might take a moon light walk on. Whoever you are? Prettier now? Prettier than those other girls? Her mind and body were ablaze.Now for the grand final, she mused.She hooked a thumb in each side of her panties and slowly tugged downward. She knew the precise moment that the edge of her panties reached her pubic hair... then on past her now fully engorged labia. A moment later, the wisp of lace pooled around her ankles and cool air swept across her naked body in that very sensuous way, the way that she had come to love. She. Dressed in a maids uniform wearing pantieseven girls think are too girly, makes it impossible to say I am a man. Iknow that I am just a boy pretending he is a girl, a sissy. I haveaccepted that fact, still, it is hard not feel humiliated and emasculatedat it being spelled out for you. Even worse, the fact that it turns meon to be emasculated and humiliated, is itself a huge source of theemasculation and humiliation. I take my seat at the table next to Daddyand we have our breakfast. . She stroked me as she bounded to her feet. Her little breasts quivered while my large tits swayed. I had some of the biggest tits for a futa in our school. Lush and bountiful. It felt weird not wearing a bra.A line of pussy juices dribbled down my thighs as we left Coach Musil’s office. I shuddered, the scent of my spicy musk mixing with Krysten’s sweet cream. My nipples ached atop my breasts.“Why won’t you do it?” my sister asked, still stroking me. I was escorting her to her class, just to be.