Tamara hugged me tightly and whispered, "It'll be okay! Promise." As she started to drive.I felt like a child going to the doctors for a second. Feeli...g like hours, we finally arrived and I was even more terrified.Tamara was taller, older and prettier then me. She was 21, Long Blond hair, 34 D breasts and a killer smile. She weighed a slight more than me, but only by 10 pounds and she didn't even look it."Are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to. You can bail, I'll be fine by. Theadmitting had seen this type of reaction from other transsexuals whohad second thoughts during transition. So he left strict instructionsin his chart to only address the patient as Phyllis or Miss Brown andto treat the patient as a female.Every time Phil tried to convince the staff there was a mistake andthat he was a man, he was met with soothing voices and a sedative nap.He eventually gave up and accepted the situation for what it was.After his three days of observation, Phyllis woke up. She didn’t move at all against my finger for a brief moment, then she firmly pushed down. My finger slid in to the second knuckle as she bit her hand to keep from screaming out in pleasure. I could feel her sphincter spasming on my hand.“Oh, my God, that is so fantastic!” she moaned. “No one has ever done that. I never thought that I could successfully finger my ass as I rubbed my clitty.” If you stop now, Ray, I’ll never beat you off again,” she warned.“Stop? Not a chance, sweetie, I. I think we both felt bad about what we were doing but it was so hard to stop. We’d both tried on a couple of occasions when all we were doing was sexting but within a couple of days one of us would give in and text again. I looked out the window of my car at the sun. It gave me an idea so I headed home. I pulled into a side street just down from the bar. I would be able to see when Stacy got dropped off but I knew that her boyfriend wouldn’t have to drive past me arriving or leaving. It was.