Being on hormones is DEFINITELY not easy. But not all my trans girlfriends are heavy on the hormones. Some are transitional and some are part time, wh...reas some others who are trying to goooooo all the way and remove the most prized part will completely overhaul themselves with the ultimate final destination. AKA SRS SURGERY. When it gets to that point of no return. I honestly and shallowly admit. I really have no more interest in them as a sexual partner, but forever they will be my friends no. By the time Joy was six weeks old, Nikki had lost virtually all of the weight she had gained. If it was possible, she looked more beautiful now than ever! Nikki was coming out of the shower one morning. Naked. Still wet. I couldn’t help myself! Six weeks of being a good boy. Six weeks of taking cold showers. Six weeks of doing any physical activity to take my mind off Nikki. Six weeks. No more! Nikki was walking and drying her hair with a towel at the same time. She didn’t see me, nor was she. “What’s the point of that?” Nozzer asked some random bloke.“From Greece, fucking Lesbos,” he said.“From Lesbos or are they Lesbo’s?” Nozzer asked.“Twat,” the bloke answered, “Anyway what can I do you for?”“Oh a nice bird, say twenty one, blonde, big melons,” Nozzer replied.“How much you got?” the bloke queried.“Fifty, fifty five at a push,” Nozzer offered.“Well you can have her,” he pointed to a beautiful Angle angel, “From Wessex, beautiful girl, fucks like an angel,” he taunted, “For one hour. She told me too get ready too. I went to the bathroom and striped off all my clothes and felt my cock getting firm just thinking about what was going to happen. I put that all out of my mind so that I would not walk out there with a full blown hard on. I went back to the living room and there was My Little Girl naked on the couch. I kneeled down in front of her and spread her legs and pulled her to the edge of the couch. I spread a towel underneath her to catch the hair as it fell. I started.