She had the appearance of an innocent angel, ethereal, delicate. Yet, her golden eyes evinced a sensual appeal. Addicted to her easy lady’s pleasure...that was unknowingly permitted by her father (King Garbin kept a tight leash on what his daughter was up to and with whom), she was ignorant of the dark, animalistic desires her fragile beauty inspired in the heart of the hardened warriors surrounding her. Thinking of the day ahead, her mind wandered as her maid dabbed at the musky slipperiness. Gossip, jokes, and sessions by the water cooler were not his style. His neighbors were lucky if they knew as much about him as his co-workers. He left for work at the same time every morning and returned from work every evening, occasionally carrying a bag of groceries. Once home, he didn't leave his apartment other than to make a single trip to his mailbox. If the neighbors had been interested in Phil, they would have noticed that he never had visitors except for once a week on Saturday. "Don'ttell me you're a 'boy'. I'll be beside myself."I smiled and didn't provide my history. She talked and I listened for tenminutes."I've been transitioning for eighteen months. My breasts started to growbut too slowly. I had some modest implants done six weeks ago. Mygirlfriend loves my new titties."She asked about my hair. "It's an amazing short do. I couldn't feelcomfortable without a wig for well over a year. Now its all my own hair."I asked. "It has taken over eighteen months for yours. That particular day, I had cuffed one hand to the headboard and was wearing a bright red ball gag, as I used my free hand to fuck my own ass with a medium sized vibrating dildo, my fishnet clad legs splayed up in the air, and 6 inch black pumps with ankle straps pointed toward the ceiling as i worked to find my g-spot over and over again. There was no mistaking that it was me, even through the makeup and blonde wig, acting like such a depraved crossdressing boy. I was still 18, and living with.