I grabbed her hand and started to thrust harder. Her moans grew more and so did I to cum.I give in all I had and she had her orgasm, her pussy was lat...erly milking me. I could feel her inner walls expanding and contracting during her orgasm. I couldn’t hold anymore and I came. We both just lied on the bed for half an hour to catch our breath.After a while she asked me to go down on her, she went to the washroom to clean herself. She came back, I went down but I could still smell the condom and. When I told her that I was now used to it she said that she would bequite happy to turn me into a girl permanently, but that I must not tellanybody about it.All of which brings me to the situation that I now find myself in, whichis that I have now been feminised with no hope of being a real boy again,to a permanent life of emasculation.One day when I was just 9 year old I had a rash and swelling of mygenitals that left me with blisters and I was very frightened. My Mom wasnot the kind of lady. Every time she got up to go pee, or started awake from a dream of her little one being raped, sodomized and murdered in the back yard. David hated her sometimes; I just took her in stride.“Remember, no later than midnight, kids. Not a second later. Twelve-oh-one a.m., and Mom’ll be out here like a lioness. You don’t want that.”Mom took no prisoners; that we all knew.We had use of Dad’s heavy-duty extension cord to power our iPads, and we played each other until after 11 o’clock, when Dad. I squeal as the teeth bite into my flesh. You pull some elasticized rope from another drawer, knot them to the clamps and then feed the loose ends through eyeholes in the ceiling, pulling them tight and stretching my already tortured flesh upwards. my nipples elongate under the pressure and i howl as you knot the ends."There we are...just look at you! Comfortable? No? Ha!"You grab a long evil looking needle and press it to my nipple, just within my areola. At a ninety degree angle you press the.