Dad had been killed in the line of duty when I was twelve and I guess I never got over it. I can still remember the night the captain came to our fron... door and told Mom the bad news. The next few days were filled with the preparations for the funeral and the funeral itself. Like most cop funerals, Dad's was a big one. There were cops from almost every state and dignitaries from our state's capital.Mom was an attorney so money wasn't a problem. Dad had a lot of insurance and there was a fund. The man turned to catch Amy staring, but she didn't look away. He watched her closely, and she watched him. Even when the bartender put her drink in front of her on her coaster Amy didn't break eye contact. She didn't want to be the first one to. She wanted to be the one in control; the one with the power. Eventually the man turned away to order his drink. "Vodka. No ice." His voice wasn't deep, like Amy expected it to be. It wasn't rough and husky, matching his animalistic gaze and broad. Tia came violently, thrashing in her chair but never closing her eyes to the vision in front of her.I could feel the cum building inside me as well. Kelley's methodic up and down motion was building to an intense level of pleasure. I was desperately trying to hold back. Trying to extend my pleasure as this "Little Sis" rhythmically drove up and down the full length of my cock. It surprised me when Kelley's own body started to shake and quiver. Her clit had been in constant contact with my cock. This was beyond ahormone imbalance.With wider gaps between shaves, I noticed changes in my face as well.Every time I shaved, I was more and more confident that my face couldpass as a girl's one day. I'm not the best observer and am no expert onfaces, so I can't tell you how, but I could just tell it was morefeminine. Still definitely my face, but a female version of it.A couple more months passed by. All my excessive male body hair was gone,and I was only shaving every other week. With my.