I felt like Cinderella at the ball, midnight was approaching. I had danced the last dance of the evening with my prince and I would soon be forced int... the slavery of my reality. I longed for a reprieve from that reality. I needed to turn the lie into truth, if only temporarily. I took a deep breath and gathered my courage. Into the dark I whispered my desire. “Can I spend the night?” I asked. My words floated in the blackness of the bedroom, hanging in the air. I felt his muscles tense under. I have told him that both directly and indirectly. I often dream that he holds me close as I feel his strength. I dream we make love as a normal heterosexual couple. I dream we do things together. I know he is a very caring and loving individual. I have a need to be with him. It is a new concept for me, but it feels right. My love for him is one reason I would get the surgery, but just one of the reasons. I really AM a woman inside. He would be the added bonus. Nice bonus, though.He has. "Lot harder than it looks in porn," I mumbled as I kissed down the side of his shaft, hearing him chuckle as I dragged my tongue up the underside, popping him in my mouth again and bobbing my head. As I went, it got easier, until I was sucking him off like I'd been doing this my whole life. I was sure it was still pretty awkward for an experienced guy like Eric, but he seemed to be enjoying it, moaning when I found a particularly sensitive spot. Inevitably as soon as I found a good rhythm, my. He remembered those big brown eyes looking up at him as he fed him his cock. He stroked his bulge at the thought. His erotic memories were brought to a close from a knock on the door. "Come."~~~Mike Dean stood leaning on his desk as he entered, "You again. I thought you were changing your ways eh, boy?" I am, sir. It wasn't my fault the bus was late. I have really been doing my best," pleaded Ian.Mike walked towards Ian, facing him. His muscular bulk made Ian's slim build look puny.He whispered.