There was no going back to being a boy now. I knew that. And Ididn't regret it one bit. Maleness was for real men like Mark. Notlittle nancyboys like ...e.My real man's cock was still largely unexplored territory for me.I decided to change that.I took its considerable substance into my right hand and hefted itgently. It was heavy! It was slick with my anal juices, his cum andeven (blush) little dribbles of my poopy. I got onto my knees byhis hip for a closer inspection. Wow, what a set of nuts my. ” I didn’t get the chance to tell him I was off the next two days so wouldn’t be on the bus the next morning.Thursday night came and I found out my regular ride was again off work sick. It dawned on me that I had to take the bus in the morning and memories of my last trip flooded my mind – it was all I could think about all night. Before leaving work I quickly scrawled my cell phone number on a piece of paper in hopes of being able to slip it to him if I was so lucky to see him again. The hours. Kyle said that he would need more party dresses to continue to play the role of a little girl. I guess you'll just have to return the pants you bought.Denise couldn't believe that her son would want to wear these frilly outfits instead of pants but she imagined his mind was heavily affected by the transformation. She thought she better play along with Kyle's new needs to keep him happy until she could find a way to change him back.A few minutes later, Kyle was awoken by Denise who was staring. He was living up north and he invited me to his home for a weekend.Eager to remake our friendship, and hopeful he still had a taste for cock, I drove up on the Friday evening after work and arrived about 10pm. The greeting from Simon and Louise was warm and welcoming. I was tired from the drive, but we sat and chatted over a bowl of home-made soup. Simon, like me had aged over the years, he was now a little overweight and balding. Louise at 37 was 24 years his junior and was a joy to look at.