She could read for hours, and almost forget what she was doing, until she looked up and saw Parrish’s bulging purple dick, and watch his sweating fa...e. She’d just been toying with his dorkie, and of course he was absolutely obsessed!After a time, Babs would heartlessly take an ice cube out of her lemonade and rub it along Parrish’s dick until it was tiny again, and then she’d lock him up, untie him from the lounge chair, and invite him to go swimming in his Olympic sized pool.And he was a good. Actually, it happened around 4 years ago. I did my education in boarding school. So whenever I had a vacation I would stay at my aunt’s house. We would play and have fun and watch movies in their house as their house was newly constructed and bigger than ours.During boarding days, some of my friends were very naughty. We were discussing sex-related topics more. During one of my vacation, I had been to their house and had gone in the evening. I greeted my aunt and talked about my boarding stuff. We both cried. Suddenly realised I was practically naked in his arms, being kissed. My dressing gown only ties and the tie had come undone. Then it was like Monday night - for me anyway. I couldn't stop myself. Just his hands on my back and the feel of him against my bare skin - even through his clothes. But this time it was safe, R in control, only touching my back and bottom - hard. Then my body did it all by itself - I never knew it could. Like being scalded and squeezed. The first orgasm. . a little different.Because besides all the other things I had wrong with my body, I had onenobody could see at the time.My body, as twisted as it was, is male, and my soul, my sense of self,however you want to say it, is female.And there's nothing I can do about it.So I keep busy and try not to think about itDoesn't always work.But I keep going anyway.Up until a short time ago, I've never told anybody about my problem. I'vealways been afraid they would decide I'm so broken I can't be.