Therising expectation, the mounting fear, The building hope, theincreasing trepidation, All fuelled by an ever-growing desperationdriven incessantly o...ward by that little knot Of truth buried deepinside that, if ever allowed to erupt into reality, will alter the veryessence of how my place in this universe is perceived. Remember thatsaying if a butterfly flaps its wings in Beijing it can cause a Tornadoin Texas? That little kernel of truth hidden way down low is mybutterfly...The noise of the. Although I was more than well lubricated I was still very tight. Until that afternoon nothing wider than a tampon had ever made its way there and this cock was a giant in comparison. Jamie slowly began to make gradual progress, moving his rod a little further in with each thrust. He was soon all the way in and holding my hips again, which were again covered by my gym skirt. I closed my eyes and literally took in the whole situation. Leaking profusely I countered every movement he made. It was. However these garments were more functional than fashionable, and I noted many amused glances thrown my way when walking along the Strand, the Mall, and other popular thoroughfares of London.I entered my tailor’s premises in Saville Row and handed him a list of my requirements. Mr. Montague Burton had all my measurements in his ledger, and assured me he would have all the new garments ready for me a day before I set out for Grantham.My next stop was Jermyn Street, where Mr. Barrett of Maidstone. Correction, *she* thought, *her* crotch.Steve had written quite a few stories, which involved gender switches, andread an untold number by other authors which did just the same, but thiswasn't a story, this was reality! Just exactly how had she beentransformed, merely within the time of a quick shower, from his normal malebody into the overly voluptuous female one which she now occupied? Well,nomatter what gender, that body needed to be dried off. There were parksupplied towels hanging on a.