But she told that she is gonna call her mother. I was crying. Suddenly I don.t know what happened to me, I pressed her to the wall and lip kissed her....She pushed me back. I again kissed her. After initially resisting me, she started responding to my kiss. She then said that she loved me but she was scared because of the relationship between us. This was the reason why she behaved in that manner. She said that now she was ready for my love.I locked the door and threw her onto the bed. I removed. "What?" I said, and handed her the soft drink.Chelsea took the can, turned around, and put it on the end table. She then turned back to look at me again. "Remember what you did the second time here?" she said, lowering her voice."Yeah," I said, smiling."Honestly, did you like it?" Yeah, I've told you already." Okay," Chelsea said, smiling slyly. "So you won't mind doing this favor then." Favor?" I said, and nearly choked. "Silly," I lowered my voice and went on. "That's not a favor, you know. Too many women come to classes in old sweatpants and T-shirts -ugg! Why not show off what you have? I can even manage a passablecleavage with the right bra.Almost no one bothers me about being trans. I didn't think many peopleknew but last year in the women's dorm I mentioned it to someone and thenext day everyone knew. I stay away from all the support groups and thattype of thing, I prefer not to make too big a deal about it. It's justthe way it is and if anyone doesn't like it, tough, just. Specimen One wiped its cock clean on the girl’s skirt, indifferent to her cries. Then it straightened its clothes and asked: “What do you reckon it will be, boy or girl?”The narrative continued:I tidied myself up and off I went. I left the door open and the keys on the floor; someone would find her and let her out. Or maybe three or four strangers would walk in and see her naked arse and freshly-busted muff stuck in the window and take turns to shag her. Then she’d have no idea who the father.