He walked over to her steadily and laid a hand on the small of her back. “Are you alright Miss?” His voice is low but light, like a lion’s paw g...ntly treading on the path of her life. Kelly turns around. She makes no attempt to smile, to conceal her state of misery, or to brush away the fine tears that her eyes won’t stop releasing. She sees a man in his late twenties, his eyes dark brown, his hair an even darker brown, his face frowning even though his creases so obviously fell into an easy. Was I doing that to him?The skirt did no good as he laid her over his lap, the short skirt riding up and uncovering the tight red panties that molded to her ass cheeks. He pushed the skirt up higher until it lay on her back, her thighs clenched tightly together. He would allow that for now. “I don’t want to hear a sound out of you or I will take your panties and shove them into your mouth to silence you,” Michael warned her as his hands caressed her buttocks, feeling her muscles tense as she. Truth be told, I am glad I attempted to get rid of Jennifer. Because my failure to do so has affirmed that she is who I am and who I was meant to be. The fact that my desire to be a woman would never go away, but had become instinctual helped prove to me that I was never truly a Jeff, but always a Jenn. She wasn’t a fetish or some deviation on being bi or gay, but real flesh and bl**d femininity. Whenever I was her, I felt right and whole. Whenever I see her in the mirror or a photo, I know she. Please?" Suddenly I was aware of the presence of someone in the room. “Damn, Lez, damn, I really underestimated you. Sweetheart, you’re going to go very far. Here all the time I thought that I seduced miss innocent, and hell, you’ve outdone me by a long shot. I’ve been watching you for the last fifteen minutes and I got myself off twice; hell, that was one hot show you put on.” Let me say this before I go any further with my story. I’m now older and wiser and realize that power isn’t something.