I told him not to worry. He told me that you should worry, because my pussy would stretched. And he was right. Because then he pushed his bulbous h...ad into my tight pussy. I winced as he stretched me further than I had been stretched in years. But that pain quickly subsided as he slowly slid his length inside me. His big dick pushed slowly and deliberately into me, pushing as far as you ever went, as his dick was less than halfway inside me, as he continued, I began to feel an. My breath was short ... and I was having trouble concentrating."We are a broken man Jonathan. We sit in a goddamn church most mornings because we can't sleep. We drink because we hate our job. Face it Jonathan. We were either going to commit suicide ... or die in hospital bed of liver failure. She completes us. She gives us purpose."My knees gave out, and I dropped to the floor."Okay..." I said.The Beast smiled. "Then let me give you a hand."Suddenly the glass's weight seemed manageable. With a. Like,maybe someone would get a glance at what I was wearing. Or maybe thatcute TA would pull down my pants and...I cut myself off. Really, I was letting myself get too far. Of coursethere was no shame in trying on women's clothes, not when I was a woman. But I was forgetting myself. Certainly the last thing I wanted to dowas be like Maria, wearing skirts and dresses and tying back her hairwith girly barrettes. And then the way she let Andy fuck her...just thethought of doing that myself. All this has led to me being quite severely depressed, especially in myteens. More recently I've suffered from low moods, low confidence.Thoughts of suicide have always been there, not constant, but they wouldcrop up whenever I was at my lowest. These times are when I most want tobe a girl, believing that becoming one will be the cure-all for my life.This thing has always held me back in my life. I've always felt that if Ibecame a girl all my confidence issues would vanish into thin air. If.