The greedy boys were reaching for her tits, squeezing the mounds of flesh in their hands, pinching and twisting her nipples until they were dark with ...buse. Her legs were spread open and she had a dick shoved in each of her holes, two boys pounding at her dripping slit and her gaping asshole. She didn’t know how many other boys stood off in the shadows, stroking themselves, waiting for their turn. There were other girls at the party, other whores they could have banged, other mouths to fuck.. There was an older brother in the picture, but he was quite a bit older, engaged and soon to be married and generally thought she was a major pain in the ass most of the time. So, she was pretty much starved for male attention. After we married, my job took us to another state, halfway across the country. Once we had moved and settled in, her mother went into a depression that lasted for the next several years. So it was left to me to deal with the adolescent girl and all her normal. But with my enhancements applied, was there a danger that I could still beouted? Were there some homophobes who had a way of checking to see if agirl was really a girl? If so, then my actually going out as a girl wouldtruly be sending me out into the lion's den to become a victim of a hatecrime.But as much as I was scared to be hurt, there was the primal center of mybeing that would defy them and defeat them, no matter the cost. It wasthis inner calling that was driving me to be a woman against. Maine kuch samay socha aur apna sar hilla diya. Aur unhone kaha ki challo mere saath maine poocha kaha tumhe kuch dikhana hai. Main bhi chal padi unke saath aur unhone car ka door open kiya aur woh le gaye apne ghar. Woh ghar nahi koi palace jaisa tha. Unhone kaha ye meri wife ka wardrobe hai aaj se ye tumhara aur unhone mujhe keys di aur kaha ki jaoo dekh lo agar kuch kami lage toh bataa dena jab maine open kiya toh dekh ke mere eyes khuli ki khuli rahe gayi oh my god bahout sari bridal.