Wedanced again and had a few more drinks but around 1:00 the partystarted to wind down. I was starting to feel sad because I was going tobe going back...to being Bart.We went back to the motel and went to our room. Bridgette suggested Iput on one of my pink baby doll nighties while she went to therestroom. I got undressed and did as she asked but when she came out ofthe bathroom; she was wearing her boy tee shirt and no underpants. Shewas wearing a strap on dildo that must have been at least 7. Stretching, sliding deeper into it! It hurt,but oddly, it hurt so good! Oh, God, I was fucked! I was actually beingfucked! That was the answer to my question! She'd already arranged it!I looked up at her. She was lying back alongside me now, watching mewith intense interest, and smiling. "Just relax, sweetie," she saidquietly, her own great satisfaction implied. "It's wonderful! I alwaysthink so, anyway!" And she kissed the top of my head, then leaned backagain to watch.A penis --. Always open the door, but never force your way in. If interested they will come in on their own. I made a point to be behind her as we checked out I was talking to the cashier asking him if he was familiar with the place I was spending the night, this let her know what my story was and where I would be tonight. By the time I got to my bike she was in her car window rolled down looking at my bike. She told me she really loved my Harley and would love to ride one, she had never been on a Harley.. For all they care, I'm just a guy with long hair. The most intimate they care to get with me is to show off how much larger their boobs are than mine, and I hate the fact that it is true." Angie, I know you have that rare genetic disorder that prevents you from developing breasts or growing pubic hair, but you are still all female. The right guy won't see you as defective." But I am defective. Why didn't my mom just abort me when she found out she was carrying a girl? She knew her chance of.