I still saw myself as a man, but having been so intimate with Jim I found myself wanting to be his woman. I knew I would try anything he wanted, anywh...re he wanted to do it. I prayed he would soon take me as a man takes a woman. I wanted to be filled up by him and feel his manhood owning me from the inside out. I wanted to gaze into his eyes as we gave ourselves up to our wicked desires.As if he could read my mind, Jim lubed up his index finger and started to insert it up my ass. I was. If you don't like it, then you can go fuck yourself, hussy." I glared at the top half of her body, from her brown hair, to her sexy landing strip. I mainly focused on her huge breasts as they were shaking all around nonstop. "They are bigger than Jenna's, but they aren't Jenna's. I hate you, and you suck, Shyla." "Why don't you shut it and fuck me until you cum, Tony? Maybe I want to feel your seed sliding around inside me." Then we both stayed silent, except some heavy breathing and moaning. I am amazed how many of us there are. Do any of you remember the first time you discovered that people wrote fictional stories about transvestism or forced feminization? How exciting it was to read other peoples fantasies? How many of us spent money on clothing, books, shoes, and wigs only to purge them? How many of us went out to replace these items again and again? Well here is a story that mixes some true life experience with fantasy. I hope you enjoy it. Saturday night and I sat in. Fucking the beautiful face, wet hair pulled back, falling over her tits as they heave in rhythm with the strokes she gives herself has him harder than he's been in weeks.His eyes follow the muscle in her arm to the finger tips that work the loveliness there.Reaching down, he takes hold of the hair at the back of her neck. He holds firm guiding her head easily onto his cranked shaft. Cindy opens her eyes and watches her mouth shoved on and then pulled off his cock. Removing her hand from his.