She had gone about an hour when the phone rang again. Again, he turned on the vibrator until she was distracted. “You are coming up to a rest area�..., he noted. “Pull into it and park.” She did as told, shaking now from the vibrations as they went up and down.He forced her to have another orgasm. Her fluids were now leaking out around the devices and the chastity belt and soaking into the seat. She began to realize he could track her exact location and was following her.A little later she was. But all the memories where flooding in, and with that, an even greater obsession about my wrong sex.At the same time, I was very angry at myself, I thought of all my possible ways out, I couldn't stay a man, because I dreamt about being a girl, about having boobs, having a pussy, to be able to feel myself sexy whenever I wanted. Starting a sex change had major problems, one was that I lived in a very old society (compared to the US) and it would break my parents heart to have a transsexual son. Ginger looked at his pecker which was shrinking more and more. She then looked at Angela like she had all the answers. "Angie I must admit I lost some steam too. When he was all nervous and shaky and sweaty I dried up a little bit down there. I got so scared that I wasn't even thinking about sex anymore. I guess I haven't fully calmed down because after the blowjob I'm still a little bit dry." Angie always had an answer for everything. "Well when I was with you guys on the phone you said he. Me: HiReshmi:hiMe: how you doing?Reshmi: I am good wbu?Me: roopesh from BangaloreReshmi: reshmi from BangaloreMe: which area?Reshmi: ************, what about you?Me: *********, soThen we had casual talks like what do we do and our hobbies and then suddenly she asked meSomething shocking. Reshmi: you use skype?(I was shocked that on the first day of the talks she asked me which normally a girl doesn’t do)Me: yesReshmi: add me on skypeMe: ok say me your id or else add me *******xxxxReshmi: you.