Do you accept your chosenness? Do you promise to carry the Queen to her throne and love and protect her for as long as you live? And do you promise ...o wait for Eve until the night on which the arrows call you back so that you may be together forever?'" I answered, 'Yes, I do,' but I really had no idea what in the hell he was talking about. None of it made sense. I just assumed that they used some strange, ancient marriage ritual in that area." I found out what it all meant the following. My new vagina made me feel vulnerable, and I could see I now had a feminine triangle sprouting between softer, fleshier thighs. While the doctor was probing my new plumbing the nurse tried to comfort me. "Relax, sweety," she whispered. "You'll get used to it. We all did." I thanked her in my new alto voice. They helped me up. I felt so - different. It wasn't just my dick being gone, either. In spite of the fact that I had lost over 50 pounds, I felt plumper, and somewhat bottom-heavy. Yet, I. Michele slid her stockinged knees along the floor so that she was positioned adjacent to his crotch. She lowered her head and kissed his cock. She kissed it all over leaving telltale smudges of lipstick on the shaft and head. She rubbed it against her cheek and placed the glans against her eye and batted her eyelashes teasing him with 'butterfly' kisses.Michele was totally in control of the situation and was actually enjoying what she was doing to Davey. Not only did she feel empowered, she. So Daddy decides to take me out on a date, a real daddy-daughter one. It is a whole day occasion. We start early in the morning and go shopping for a dress, shoes, maybe even some jewelry, possibly even some new panties - something very classy, elegant, beautiful. We laugh, smile, joke, hold hands - all the wonderful things that daddies and daughters do before they get all grown up.After that we do a small lunch and then daddy takes me to the salon. I get my hair done, fingernails, toenails, a.