It’s difficult to write how a young man cleared of gynophobia feels, so that will be avoided. Suffice to say Kevie, as he now called himself, felt g...od. No longer did the young Scot cower in the presence of females, automatically believing they were better looking than he was, were his intellectual superior, multi-tasked unbelievably, smelt awfully and were altogether rounded off in an over-powering way. Quickly the new Kevie learned why they did not speak infinitely better by rounding their. "What did you upgrade this time?" he asks with a chuckle."Me" was all she gave him, leaving him clearly confused. That is til she turned around and moved all her hair to her front, leaving her back exposed. On her upper back she got a cybernetic implant, still from the time they were corporate owned. A grav-stim pack that allows for limited hovering, a ability that comes in handy when she needs to repair ships from the inside with no good way of reaching higher up places. Or to keep her. My heart pounded in my chest. It seemed her eyes burned into my soul and willed me to answer her. I couldnt escape if wanted to. Slowly she mouthed the words into the camera. Nic: Tell me Uncle Pat please? I felt my body temperature rising and the skin on my face began to redden. By the look on her face I could tell she was really enjoying this. Patrick: Is it getting warm in here? Lol Nic: Mmm hmm Nic: Please tell me? Subconsciously she bit her lip. I couldnt believe how incredibly sexy she. Later i start searching those websites on internet that all are about sissy shemale and how to become a girl, how to please your master etc. within 2 or 3 weeks i become restless and all my dreams and wishes were about getting fucked by that handsome man who made me this way if i had his phone no i will definitely call and beg him to fuck me and make me his wife or his slut or sissy or a slave.At last during my lunch break i got a call from an unknown number which call me priya and tell me this.