About an hour into our trip, my wife and I were talking and out of the blue, she got really quiet. Then, she started talking about sex and just things...like that. We love talking about sex, when we’re not having it. Sex is a huge part of our lives. However, she took me by surprise when she reached over and started feeling up my thighs. Do you know how difficult it is to drive and immediately tense up because your inner thighs tickle? Yeah, she didn’t mean to, but she started tickling me. But,. She would watch with a mix of amazement and concernas the young Zach played with his new toys. Another Barbie, some moreclothes and accessories were added and soon Zach had a collection of hisown "girl" toys. Before becoming Zach's mum, gender was something Pennygave little thought to. You were male or female. It was as simple asthat.Of course she had heard of and read about transsexuals or transgenderedpeople, but until Zach, she hadn't thought about or realised thefundamental impact it has on. She had found a man, and pleased him - the proof of his pleasure, his cum, dripped down her skin, drying where it lay. Surely now, she had thought to herself, this must have been the worst. But they led her away again, they had led her to a dungeon, where, where they had...they had..had - to say they had beaten her would be inaccurate. There was a whip, it was true, but the threat, the anticipation, the fear of the lash had weighed more heavily than the few strokes that actually licked her. It is slender, almost hairless after months of hormones andplucking. The estrogen is winning the hormonal struggle. My testes aresoft and shrunken. I imagine they are gone. My scrotum feels empty andsmooth, almost merged into the smooth skin of my perineum. I imagine I ama castrati, indentured to the Church. I sing my Lord's praises inperfect, perpetual soprano. I carry a candle to the alter where I worshipmy god and receive his love. My god is with me, and he commands me to bea woman,.