There was evidence that some surgery had attempted to flatten the breasts into the budding pectorals of a male but it was still incomplete. The limbs,...heaven help me! had been shaped as perhaps that famous sculpture of David might have looked if cast in flesh instead of stone. The muscle masses moved naturally off the torso and pelvis which seemed impossible by any medicine I was familiar with. The strange figure doffed the rest of its garments, vigorously dunking them into the pond. I felt a. It was a cold evening, but by November standard still pretty warm. There wasn't a single cloud and the full moon illuminated the scene before me in a creepy light. The floor was covered in small candles, describing a way to our cherry tree. From there it went to our garden table, and further to the garage door. As we slowly walked the path together, I saw chains hanging from the tree's trunk with some handcuffs at the end and large nails holding the chains. Their plan dawned on me and I started. When the day came i was so nervous and excited because I would finally be fucked by a man. When the evening approached began i to make myself ready with makeup, dress me up and the wig, When I was finished I became more and more nervous but I was so horny for cock and his was so nice and big from the photos he had sent me so the more I thought of his cock in my mouth, I was less nervous and more excited.Then there was a knock at the door, my heart was pounding so fast and was really nervous,. Russell was looking back at me and smiling a wicked smile. I looked to Ms Christie’s face expecting her to be angry, but she was smiling. That’s funny, I thought. I’ve never seen her smile before. She must like it. I looked back at my own sketch and used an eraser to rub out the sneer on her face and the hemline which was now drawn too far down her thighs. As I leaned on the pad with the eraser, I was aware of my erection underneath. It was pressing uncomfortably against the cardboard.