When we would dine together we woulddress in skirts and heels and she carefully taught me how to be feminine.My long hair was kept back in a ponytail ...nd I was taught me the art ofskilfully applying makeup. Even though we had a very active sex lifetogether I inherited the same masculine equipment as my father and someof his effeminate traits and could never provide her with the rough sexshe craved from my uncles. I had to acknowledge from a very young agethat there were better men than me who. I wasn't about to turn down tits so I put one in my mouth and sucked on her nipple and then the other. She pulled me to her and was holding her breast for me to suck on, when I reached around her and grabbed a handful of the beautiful ass I had followed up the hill. I was disappointed for a second as she pulled away from me, but then delighted as she backed up to me sitting on my lap. She began to dance on my lap until my cock was nestled in the wedge of her pussy. She thrust up and down a few. As many readers know, there are some basic tropes in TG fiction that are now long-standingand predictable. The Remirror project is an experiment in turning those tropes back on themselves to see what comes outof it. I plan to take passages from popular TG fiction andtweak them from MtF to FtM. However, I intend to keep mostof the same gender-role expectations intact (e.g. the submissiveness, the softness, and other stereotypicalexpectations of transformed MtFs). The following passage is an. Was Sally saying she would like to feel my cock inside her? My erection was straining my jeans now. She sensed my discomfort and suggested that I get rid of those uncomfortable jeans. This was too much to believe, she wanted to see my cock. I got up and took them off and then stood there in only my bikini briefs, my hard cock fully outlined in the front pouch. She made the comment that she thought men in bikini briefs were quite sexy and how she wished my dad would wear them. Getting up from.