.. but locking away its misallocated make genitalia amplifies its sense of submission and weakness many times. It feels impotent, helpless, pathetic. ...t desperately wants to relieve itself. But not only dies that make a mess of its pretty panties and stockings, it purges all of its girlie transvestite urges for a brief moment of ecstasy. When it has finished it sees itself not as the sexy girlie it has conjured for itself, but as a bizarre young male in stockings and women’s underwear. Without. My shower was my only time to reflect on what was going on, here i am sore from having sex with the guy of my dreams and he is laying in my bed eating food that i cook for him but all i am is his fuck boy someone he sees when he want to fuck or get away from his nagging girlfriend. I got out the shower dried off lotion-ed up and got in the bed with him wearing only my polo boxers, he was watching ESPN and I'm not into sports but i wouldn't dare ask him to change the channel, so i lay there as. As soon as we were in and safe – she virtually threw herself in to me – knocking me backwards towards the sofa as she plunged her mouth onto mine – wide open – and her tongue thrusting down my throat. As I sat back heavily on to the arm of the settee – she scrabbled at my belt – ripping my T shirt up and running her hands over my chest and then down to my zipper. Meanwhile I was dragging her jacket off her shoulders revealing a silky cream blouse – below which she wore a knee-length grey skirt.. " Noooooo!" Dawn doubled back in shock.Her scared eyes fluttered.Then the shock tore away the veil that cloaked her mind. It had hung in every direction she had probed. It had been thick and impenetrable. It covered all her memories before coming here on a field trip with her class. All had gone blank. Or pink, rather.A sweet, spun-sugar pink.But now it was as if a storm tore it away.Her fuzzy horizon cleared. She remembered herself as a brown-haired, healthy all-American teenage sweetie with.