But I was no sorcerer, no man of power. I was just a boy locked up in a cell for no reason at all.For no reason?I opened my eyes to find Cathy looking...at me, concern in her face. She smiled. Her hand left my skin, its absence a hole in my heart. I would have never thought someone else’s touch could make me feel so alive, or that the contact ending would be so horrible.My face must have revealed something, because her hand came back and she started singing something, a soft lullaby about a. They were see-through blue and white polka dotted g-string. The night before, I shaved my pussy to make sure it was perfectly soft and smooth. I remember staring at my naked body in the mirror, holding my 38 D cup breasts in my hands, closing my eyes and slowly pinching my nipples in excitement. I found myself wondering what boxers he was wearing and if he had done anything romantic at his house. The walk was coming to an end as we neared his house. “Stay downstairs for just a minute Rose, I. " Now tell me that you're a sissy, and that you're a faggot, and tell mewhat you'd do to prove to me that that's what you are. And it better bebelievable" I am a sissy ...." No, wait - refer to yourself in the third party and use the nameKimmie."I sighed and started over. "Kimmie is a sissy, and Kimmie is a faggot.Kimmie loves to wear femme clothes. Kimmie needs panties and bras, Kimmielives for dresses. And for shoes, well, Kimmie would suck any cock to getsome nice hooker heels. Of course,. She stopped me as I was reaching for the bowls."Just one bowl. For you. I might have some later, after your B and B." So what does that mean?" I asked again."Sit," she answered, ignoring my question.I sighed and sank into my chair. Sherri dropped to her knees beside me, using the blanket as a cushion between her and the floor. She looked up at me and waited until I'd met her eyes."A B and B," she said, "is 'Breakfast and a Blowjob.' We'll see who gets their fill first."With that, Sherri slid.