Rather Iembrace it!As I have already indicated I am a male on the surface, but a girly-girl at heart. I have amassed quite a substantial feminine ward...obeover the years, and have toned and trimmed my body such that I amable to wear trendy clothing that so many real girls take forgranted. I own very few pants or shorts, and greatly prefer skirtsand dresses. Heels are the footwear of choice, and my lingerie tendsto be sexy, delicate and of course feminine (not much cotton in myundies). I adore. " I said. I think she was too frightened to speak, let alone move.I grabbed her by her red hair and shook her violently. "Reallity check, bitch!" I said. "Life is short."My hands romaed down to her firm little tits. I groped them violently. I'm sure I bruised them. She didn't resist. She either really enjoyed it or was too fucking scared. "Now it's time to make amends with your fucked up life. Do what I say. You know you want to." I swear I could make out a little nod, either. But I will get angry. That I can't control. I can only promise to try to let you finish without losing it." Thank you. That's all I need: for you to hear it all. And I never felt in danger from you. Never. Even when you were so angry and hurt. I knew you would never hurt me physically."She sat straight in the chair, her hands in front of her and clasped together on the table. "This all started about a month or so before Marty and Butch filed for divorce. She had been telling me about his. You just going to have aquiet dinner and see a show then go home. We've done it a thousand times." Yeah but we're married if you remember. Do you really want me datinganother guy?" Well, I'd be a little nervous if you were dating a girl but either way Idon't see where you would get into much trouble dressed as you are." That's what I mean. I've seen the way I look. I look almost as pretty asyou and I remember how the guys use to line up for dates with Diana inhigh school. I don't think there.