Not care, walk away.” Or even better, just, “Pink or black?” That isn't even a question.Once that was all over you had to fill out a paper descr...bing in great detail your dream new self, or simply marking the box, same as now, plus the, “Would you change anything?” Question. Finally they put that all in a little plastic box and said they would call you if any more was needed and send you updates every year on their progress.Six months later they company went bankrupt and became a funny joke.10. " she smiled and told him "Fuck me harder. Pound my pussy. I want every inch of that long cock." For the next sixty minutes he pounded her pussy. He pinched her clit and slapped her tits. She loved it rough and she loved it deep. She could take all he gave her. After another thirty minutes and she had cum over and over several times he finally gave her his load of cum. As he pulled his cock out of her well fucked wet pussy the cum dripped onto the table. He ran his finger in it and rubbed it on. I doubt I willwrite this for more than a page. I am trapped within my own skin, forced to grope breasts of other people,the lucky people, the girl-people, that I wish were mine, instead havingto settle for a penis. But I don't think that that's what I'm meant towrite about.I have dreams, you know? I have dreams where noses with wings take careof rose orchards where the juice of the sweet, succulent roses turns boysinto girls, when I can be me for the rest of my life, all thanks to afeathery. I quickly removed them and my shirt, and while I was at it hers, too. We were now both completely naked. I doubt that she had ever been fully aroused so I continued kissing her lips and stimulating her breasts while running a finger through her slit and massaging her inner lips while lightly rubbing her clit with my thumb. Sara was panting very fast, humping against my hand and giving little cries of delight when suddenly she stiffened, held her breath for a moment and then cried out, “Oh, oh,.