He cleaned himself off and covered himself up. Shortly after that I was asleep. The rest of the week went pretty easy. I found all my classes and made...new friends. Brad and I never really saw one another. He was always out doing something and never bothered to invite me. It didn't bother me to much because it meant that I got the room to myself for awhile. For the next few weeks it was an almost every night thing where I would watch Brad masturbate. I don't know why I would always watch him.. I was in pain, he held his dick there for few seconds, I was crying and trying to move away but found myself very weak in front of his giant muscles. Then he pushed his dick some more inside me, like another inch in. I was in lot of pain as if my ass hole tore apart, but Couldn’t do anything but just cried. In few more painful minutes his dick was all in me. Now, he slowly took some part out and again in. Finally he was now fucking my ass slowly, now I was not in that much pain too, gradually I. Studying it for a moment, he planned out a route that should take them around the major cities coming up, and then advised the others over the radio. He asked Sarah if she wanted him to drive but she insisted she was fine. He figured she was wide awake now, he knew he was, and settled down to enjoy the ride for a while.A dull pain in his neck woke him and he blinked several times to clear his eyes. He realized he was slumped in the seat, his head against the passenger window. Sitting up he. He spent along time applying that "too little," just the same, fussing over me,softening the contours of my face, and keeping up a running commentaryon what he was doing and how I should do it.At the end, I fulfilled the dream I guess every crossdresser has: Ilooked in the mirror and saw a girl looking back at me.Why did all this surface now? Why not when I was 6 or 7, as with mosttransgendered guys? I don't know. I spent a lot of time thinkingback to that experience when I was twelve. A.