About the suggestion that I was ina trial period. The suggestion I hadn't even considered until then; thepossibility of surgery. I had never considere... the idea of having avagina instead of a cock, and the more I thought about it, the less Iwanted such a transition. No. I knew that I was content to be a cross-dressing sissy. Maybe a boob job though...I was jolted out of my reverie when someone spoke to me. It was myneighbour, Mrs Robinson. Startled, I said "Oh, I thought you had goneaway for. I wrapped my other hand around it, working him in my hands as I tried my best to shield my teeth with my lips as he entered my wet greedy mouth, I felt my jaw ache almost instantly as I started bobbing up and down on the head, my tongue flicking all over. I wanted him to grab my head and just start forcing me down on his member, making me gag and slobber all over him, but looking back it was probably a good thing he was more interested in my worshiping his glorious cock. I started to push. He recalled to his memory the night so many years past. Way to much to drink, trying to keep his footing, talking to himself as he made his way home. He had tried to remember what caught his attention first, was it the scent that had drifted and mingled around him, the heavy smell of wet leaves mixed with the earth, at first not pleasing to him, but as it swirled around him it brought to him such erotic feelings as if being caressed by a thousand hands. The music yet not music high on the tree. There were also female staff .These were the most feared, even though they were not allowed to touch ustheir very presence ,was overpowering and their influence was paramount.The sound of their high heels on the wooden floors and the sight of their sheer nylon stockingswould mean a hard session. The men were bad enough. But the women ran the place they were strict and I would say all sadists.This was my second day in the reformatory. It was 9am I had the morning shower.And breakfast. Was.