Sincemost of the women in the office wore suits, or skirts or nice slacks,and blouses, I had enough clothing to get by until I could go shoppingand ad... to my meager wardrobe. I did call Nancy, and asked her aboutthose stick on breast forms she mentioned, and when she said it wasokay, I stopped at her house on the way home. Nancy not only gave me apair of her best forms, but she even help me attach them to my chestfor me."Now, they have to come off every few months or so, to let the skinbreathe,. I HAD to become a girl.D: You mean that all the time you felt like a woman trapped in a man'sbody, that you simply needed to change your body to reflect what youtruly felt was the real you?S: No, not at all. I was a pretty normal man. I never felt like a girlinside, at least not until recently. I didn't identify with trans-womenwho felt compelled to try to align their bodies with their female selfimage. I wasn't trans and I wasn't homosexual. My self-image was thatof a man. My sexual. Once inside, I dropped to my knees pulling down his pants and getting hold of his cock with my mouth.Sucking away and listening to his moans of joy, eventually he pulled me up by my hair, and then forced me to his room. He through me onto his bed and then went down between my legs. He ripped my pink T string off and started licking my pussy.The more I moaned the deeper and harder he licked my clit and pussy and I soon reached climax and orgasm. He then stood up at the base of the bed,grabbing. " and made an obscene sign with his arm.I shuddered, holding on tight, a mixture of fear and relief yet aterrible humiliating complete arousal running through me.?Now come and sit down right by me, so I can look after you sweetheart.?I heard the bus driver?s voice over the noise of the roaring engine andthrough the mushy haze inside my head. Struggling to hold on and stay onmy feet, glad of his protection, I wriggled into the seat right besidehim. I was oblivious at first to the fact that my.