"The dream shifts, the way dreams do.He stands in the living room of his house. The house he's lived in all the eighteen years of his life. Everything...is worn and disgustingly familiar. Old cheap shit. His Mom sits on the couch, he sits on the stuffed chair by the window, his Dad stands by the fireplace. He knows his Dad is angrier than he's ever seen him. He feels both scared and triumphant. He knows that there is nothing they can do that he can't trump.His mother goes, "Darling, we both think. As I now removed my towel, his eyes focussed on my crotch. With his eyes spinning in his head, he cried out, “Jesus… I thought you might be cock shy, but… You don’t have one!" he exclaimed.I laughed inwardly at his honest faux pas.“Is… That a real pussy?” he innocently blurted. “Yes, I am a transman, a man with a pussy,” I countered.“But… Is that possible?” Esau stammered.“Yes, apparently, I’m one of those 0.1 percent people in the world,” I answered with a laugh.“Shit… Can I take you for. This time I absorb the mixed sensations into my being, this time I squeeze my thighs together when the paddle strikes my other cheek, feeling the warmth flow through me. Your hand strokes the new sting & cups my cheek squeezing & fondling. Your little finger slips in-between my cheeks & travels down towards my sex. I emit a gently intake of air as you slip inside me, testing my level of arousal like a swimmer checking the temperature of the water. “Oh my." you groan. “So very, very wet" Your. ” Sierra pants, I quickly stop finger fucking her and pull my fingers from inside her confused as to why she had told me to stop especially as she was so obviously close to an orgasm.“Take off your trousers.” She practically orders me making my already hard cock twitch as I think that she is about to tell me to fuck her.I quickly climb off of Sierra and then the bed before almost ripping off my trousers and underwear in my eagerness but when I look back at Sierra she is sitting on the bed.