You've also been given every tidbit of information on how to speak, how to dress, feminine mannerisms, etc. It has also altered your brain chemistry s...owly so that not only at a given time would your entire outlook on life change, but it would change toward being female. You have been "programmed" you might say to act the way you have today and this change is irreversible. You are also powerless to fight it. In fact, even stopping the sedative intake, the desires and tendencies you're feeling. Kissing on the tip, and circling the head with the end of your tongue forces my toes to curl, and body to tense. Opening up just enough to take in the head and lick on the ridge. My hands running up and down your back, and occasionally giving you a light smack on your ass. By now your taking me to the back of your throat again, and again. Slow, and then fast. The slow strokes involve your tongue stroking the underside of my throbbing shaft. While your nose is pressed against my belly I trickle. I heard her rise from her seat and an instant later felt a stinging smack from the spatula on my left butt cheek followed by a second one on my right."Hands at your side," she commanded. "Now turn around and take off the apron."I obeyed, and stood naked before her again, a full erection forming. She tapped it gently with the spatula and then gave it a light smack. She then produced a small bottle of lube from her pocket and poured a bead down my penis. Taking a few steps back she opened her. A town called Morwell about 90 miles east of Melbourne and ten minutes from Yallourn North where I once lived, had a vacancy there for a cub reporter. That suited me fine as I was close to home, my parents and brother. For the next two years, I did my internship as a cub reporter with the local Latrobe Valley Express. I learned the ropes quickly and covered local daily events including crime, court hearings, sport and public functions. My feet were getting itchy and I wanted to travel overseas.