You react—in your pants your penis stirs and begins to harden. It passes and you continue your day. Later you lay alone on your bed or couch. As yo... relax you recall the trigger clearly as if it just happened. Again your penis stirs. It demands attention. You may fight it, but your mind keeps returning to disturbing, very female, images: A well-filled sweater, a short skirt, or long smooth legs. If you fight further your thoughts turn to bouncing breasts, erect nipples, panties, long legs. .what the fuck are you? Where's your pussy. YOU'RE ASHEMALE?!?! YOU'RE JUST AN OVERWEIGHT SHEMALE?!?!"Mr. Sloane didn't know what to do. Chrissy had thrown him a massivecurveball. "Yes" Chrissy thought. He had beaten Mr. Sloane. But to hishorror, Mr. Sloane regained his masturbatory composure."No worries I'll just take the back entrance."Mr. Sloane walked over to Chrissy and bent him over and inserted his cockinto Chrissy's ass. Chrissy cried in agony as Mr. Sloane grabbedChrissy's hips and. Neil had to remind himself that it was Friday, and ran off to find his class. They would be in the arena, and he wasn't looking forward to seeing them.He sat the entire class down in the grass near the arena. "I've heard the rumors, and I'm sure you're all a little confused and concerned, so here's the honest truth. Derrick took a horse he wasn't qualified for."There were several exchanged glances from his circle of followers, several of which were a bit guilty."Derrick lied on his transfer. We started to talk and finally I had the balls to ask her what she meant by take me up on my offer. Jen: “What do you think I meant Steve? You know ever since April I’ve been ridiculously attracted to you. I don’t know what it is. I know you’re not my type. I know I’m happy with Jay. But it’s just something about you. I’ve wanted you ever since then.”Me: “I know exactly how you feel, and you know what I don’t even care anymore…I want you, I know I want you, and I’m gonna get what the fuck I.