)She sat down and placed the syringe on top of her desk.M: Come closer dear, and pull down your panties.I reluctantly did as instructed and as a conse...uence my tucked penis gotreleased from it?s trap. It was now hanging loose in front of mom's face.M: Where did you learn to hide your penis?N: Youtube, I found a video of a trans girl explaining every step of thetucking process.M: Good for you! It shows intention. Those panties wouldn't look goodwith a bulge.N: Yes! That's exactly what I thought. Her waist was encircled by a shiny chromebelt some 6" wide and this was slightly concave to suit her slim waistshape and yet appeared tight. I was intrigued to see that the belt wassecured with a small padlock which dangled at the front. She had bootson under the trousers and the flair of the trousers more or less coveredthe stiletto heel and foot. Her long dark hair was beautifully layeredand curled. Her dark eyes were made up with a hint of purple and shewore expensive but plain white gold. Dee felt sore, and tired. The memory of the dire happenings in Gynt still filled her with dread, and, searching, she found her clothes were scattered around the tree, bloody and torn. There was no sign of her choker charm.She didn't relish the thought of the walk back home, and leant back against the tree, tears leaking out of her eyes. She would start sobbing soon, she knew it."Dee! Dee! Are you all right?"It was Madeleine!Madeleine squatted down next to her, and wrapped a coat around her. Dee. The pressure on my buttocks as he squeezed past me in the kitchen was a little firmer; the casual touching of my arm, back and on two occasions my boobs seemed a little less casual. He even managed to squeeze past me front to front on a couple of occasions. As usual, there was nothing specific to object to; no obvious interference with my body but when he pressed against me the third time I could definitely feel his penis through his running shorts. It was large and erect.To my shame, I found.