I pulled my bra backdown, straightened my sweatshirt, and pulled up my pants. Oh man, thisis embarrassing! I shuffled to the door and opened it.Amy ...as standing on the porch. "Hey," she said."Hey. How are you? What's up?" I said while stepping back from thedoor, still very embarrassed but working hard to act casual.Amy gave me an odd look and stepped inside. Walking down the halltowards the kitchen, she said without turning around, "So, did you havefun?"I stopped. "Fun? What are you. If she could have turned me into a priest or monk, she would have been overjoyed with that outcome for me, her first and only child, her Son.My Father was a weak willed man, who loved my Mother to a fault, and gave her full control over my upbringing, blinding himself to her near madness on the subject of me, insane in his own little way about one little item- his baby boy's treatment at the hands of his beloved wife.I mean, an infant, even one six times stronger than others, is still an. It can seem kind of sad,but she knew in the long run it was for the best. Men, who no longerproduced enough testosterone on their own, would be stuck in a limboland, neither a full male nor female. But they could become cute nu-girls by being supplemented and even completed. With new householdresponsibilities and a whole world of new fashions choices, Anna wasconvinced that the process was an improvement for any man. While shetumbled these thoughts in her head, she helped his wife pick out. After a mere few seconds I started to convulse, like my stomach trying to jump out of my throat, but he didn't let go instead I could feel more pressure on the back of my head. I was seriously wretching, spit spluttering out of my cock tight mouth, trying to suck in air at the same time, at the same time I was wanking, the poppers had seemed to intensify my arousal and the pleasure was immense. He pulled out, as he did I regurgitated a nice lump of lung batter, long strings of spit connected.