He had to have her and now!"Yolanda... I'll be as gentle as I can." and he held onto his cock and put it in her wet pussy. They looked at each other a... he did this. It felt like time stood still that very moment. She spread her legs and lifted them for him. He looked so serious as he nudged it into her a little bit at a time. It felt so big, so hard to her. It felt too big! It hurt... it hurt so much!"Please John... stop." she cried out, it hurts. Stop!" she pleaded, crying out, clinging to him. ”“A man who keeps his word, an even greater novelty.”“Breakfast?”“And coffee. Lots of coffee.”I closed the door and walked with Renee to the stairs.“No elevator?”“I’ll do that when I get old. Right now, my legs work just fine.”We walked down the two flights of stairs to the dining area and while Renee was inspecting the coffee, I loaded up on the breakfast potatoes with green peppers and onions, and the scrambled eggs. I took a table for two and put down my plate, returning to the buffet area. When we started out together, I was the dominant one but little by little she took control. Even her lingerie has changed. She used come to me in a lovely bra and panty set or a thong. But now, she shows up in various corsets, fishnets, thigh high stockings, catsuits and the like. She told me that wearing the strap-on makes her feel empowered. Her newfound confidence is immensely obvious. A wave of submission sweeps over me when we are together now.Another change is her language. She talks. In fact it didn't wash withanybody. He was sent down for thirty days. The irony of all irony wasthat his first meal in the slammer was spag bol. I guess it stuck in hiscraw that night.It was whilst in prison that he penned 'He became she'. He sent themanuscript to his sister, including a note complaining that he hadforcibly become his cellmate's bitch. Publication and a measure ofliterary success followed his release.'He became she' set new standards of TG brevity whilst still fullyengaging the.