At the end of 3 months, female mannerisms and dress weresecond nature. I had changed my name legally, and I was ready for thenext step, hormones.Durin... my transformation, he would drop in from time to time, take me tohis place for a glass of wine, and ask me how I was feeling about myprogress. Each visit, nothing would give me greater pleasure than toreport I an mastered some new feminine skill, and the day I got myprescription, I showed him the pills with glee.By that time I was not only able. This means that I’m up and about when my newspaper is delivered around 4 o’clock. For around ten years, it has been delivered by a lady named Mary, whom I call my “Paper Babe”. Mary is just a good old country girl in her forties. If I saw the headlights of her vehicle coming toward my house, I’d go outside to meet her, get my paper, and perhaps chat for a moment. She was usual friendly, and jolly, unless she had a headache or was having problems at her daytime job. Over time, I learned that. Then it all went quiet again. It was very black. She couldn't see anything. All she could do was hear. Hear the horrible silence. She hated it. She hated the silence, but it was slowly becoming common place for her after many sleepless days and nights.The only thing worse than the sounds were the smells. Rotten food. Garbage. Worms after it rained. Wet dog. All the smells of the street seemed to resonate and fester in that alley with her. She knew she had to move sometime, but she was. ” We both drank some sort of spirit, maybe vodka, then he led me to the basement, which was his bedroom too. While trotting down the stairs, he grabbed my ass and quickly had a hand down in my shorts and felt for my asshole.Once we were in his room, he locked his door, and he made quick work of my vest, denim cut-off shorts, and my boots. When we were both naked, he started kissing my neck, and then my nipples, giving them lots of suction. He started caressing my hard cock, while kissing my.