Her makeup was done tastefullyand worked well with her coloring as well as her outfit. I saw the imagein the mirror make a small surprised "o" with he... lips, as her manicuredhands moved to cover her mouth. My transformation into Simone was complete, I was no longer my maleself, but an attractive and confident woman named Simone. I reveled inthe feelings of the woman's clothes on my body, the way the boots forcedme to balance on the balls of my feet, the silky feel of the hose on mylegs, the. " You are a girl," I told her. "You're a chick with a dick." A t-girl isn't a real girl." Who told you that?" Everybody knows that," Beth asserted, but without blushing. She wasbeyond blushing now, it seemed, just as she was beyond tears. Perhaps shethought she was doomed to a life or rejections and believed that, sooneror later, I, too, would reject her, label her, judge her, condemn her.Instead, I kissed her again. "You're not only all girl," I assured her,"but you are gorgeous as well."She. If anything her stomach seemed slightly concave.When she got into the bedroom she dove onto the bed and flipped onto her back during her first bounce. She went spread eagle on the bed."Turn the fan on, Bobby," she demanded. "I'm so hot! Aren't you hot? You look hot." I'm used to it," I said. "We firemen work in the heat routinely." Ooooo, can I see your fire hose?" she asked, her voice high and young sounding. "Are you Smokey The Bear?" My fire hose is nothing to play with, little girl," I. I should have said the skin never parted. Some of the welts had oozed blood through the skin, particularly behind the knee. You couldn't see much around the pussy. It was the lighting I think. Pity. All you could see was the stripe up to the butt plug and another just on the side.Everyone was effected. David challenged one of the other masters to a duel—lashes on pussy. They tied me and Sarah side by side, chose identical floggers and took one full minute warming us up. Shit. Then it was a.