The effect of three dozen southern belles filling up Main Street with asea of pastel colors and crinoline was not lost on videotape, and Iindeed had t... pay attention in order to spot myself among the belles aswe all filed past the camera. I caught a glimpse of myself all inlavender, however; I was smiling hugely, my face framed by my floppy-brimmed hat and ribbon and by the twin puffy shoulders of my dress. Thefull length of my long, satin glove could be glimpsed on my upraised armas I. Since I had begun tostroke it, my cock had been shrinking. I started with my hand on theshaft, pumping up and down. I had never been massively endowed, butstill I ignored it as my hand had fully enclosing it, rising off witheach pump as my breasts had formed. I had barely thought about it whenit shrank with the disappearance of my testicles. I had simply reversedmy hand, putting thumb and forefinger to the base and kept on stroking.But now I was down to barely two inches and pencil thin, the. “You would kill a guy who did that to me, wouldn’t you?”“No. I would torture him, then kill him.”“I believe you would.”“Stephanie, I have had more sex in the last year than ten average guys my age. The very idea that a guy could do that makes me sick. It’s just so wrong I can’t understand how a guy could do that.”“That’s because you’re too nice, big bro.”The usual Sunday dinner at Becky’s once again didn’t lead to sex. My rough calculation was that it was her period, but I didn’t ask. We did. I ringed the calling bell and nobody answered for a minute and then I could hear my mom asking “AAra purath ?” .I said kannana and after one minute the door opened. Her hair was all messed up and her sari was loose and I asked her “was she sleeping?” She said yes and asked me to go to my room and I said “Is there someone inside?” She said “No”. Then I marched into her room to find no one.Then I went to the kitchen door to find it open but a pant and a shirt was in the kitchen. I caught her and.