It continued for a week. I eventually understood that something was wrong, and I wanted to cheer her up. I took her on a long drive, and we went to a ...izzeria almost outside the city.We ordered pizza to the car. While we were waiting for the order to arrive, I asked her what was wrong. She tried to avoid the topic and smiled. I forced her to tell me what was wrong, and out of nowhere, she started crying. I was shocked looking at a girl so happy, always suddenly bursting out.I asked her to let. I'm surethat you have all seen recent news reports about transgendered people.Well I am one of those, but, like all generically linked groups, we arenot all the same. Each of us is an individual and we all have differentgender issues. At one end of the spectrum there are those who knowthemselves to have been born in the wrong body - men who should havebeen women and visa-versa. At the other end, there are men who maybeenjoy putting on a pair of knickers when making love, but nothing more.It is. “Whoa, don't change the subject, what was so funny? You don't think I have perfect boobs? Even when I'm laying right in front of you with no bra on?” I asked. “You have perfect boobs sis. Beyond perfect as matter of fact. I almost wish I had them so I could brag about them,” Jeff replied. Then I started laughing. “And you can never fail to make me laugh bro. Seriously Jeff, how do you do that?” I asked. “Well I just have magical powers over you sis. Didn't you read the contract I had you sign. And this difference she expected ~ even in the floggings ~ but such a difference had surprised her. More aggressive than ever before. More vicious than ever before. So much more powerful than ever before and with each blow, He growled ~ laying a rough hand on the crimson welt He had just created ~ stroking across it, smearing it with stinging sweat, inspecting it as if to see if it was to His liking. Then, adjusting, He would crash the leather against her alabaster ass once again ~ driving her.