Jess was puzzled but smiling as she let Emma in since Emma’s enthusiasm was contagious. They sat down on the couch so Emma could tell her story.“S...,” she began, “I was inspired by our play the other day, so I took things further at work...”She proceeded to tell Jess about her exploits with Mike. Jess’ smile first wavered, then her expression changed to neutral and unreadable by the end. Emma, in her excitement, didn’t see the change at all.Once she was finished, Jess asked, stone-faced, “So, at. .. Well, he had a hard-on that wouldn't quit!But he gave her a disgusted look and said, "Okay, you want to distribute God's blessings; what the hell have you got I'd give a damn about?"She simpered and made her hips wiggle. "In the old days the kings had girls the same age as me, Eric. They didn't want to waste time on old bags twenty or twenty-one."He just shrugged. "In the old days, maybe the broads knew enough to make them worth a king's time. Maybe they got some education about what men. She was cute, practically beautiful if it wasn’t for the fact that she was the most retarded human being I had ever met. ‘Well . . . did you have to use a dildo that’s just been used?’ She hummed curiously and looked at the big black piece of rubber. She licked it like a popsicle, and the sight sent a shiver all the way to my cock. ‘She tastes good,’ she said, licking the dildo. ‘Who?’ ‘Your mom.’ ‘WHAT?’ Nancy hadn’t been insulting me. She was too stupid for that. ‘Your mom. She’s in the next. And the others all stood up to Monica, I felt like ... brave again. I felt strong and heroic again. I felt proud of myself at last ... unashamed to be my true self at last..."I think ... okay, I'll just come out and say it ... I think that I'm at least a natural sissy or transvestite or something, if not an actual woman. I want to experiment further with my femininity, see where it takes me. I've never felt so alive as when I've adopted the woman's role in sex, relationships, and things in.