Even when I throw my legs behind my head and cum in my own mouth or face, I never really enjoyed it. But over the past couple years, this has changed ...omewhat.There’s a secretary at work, I’ll call “M”. She’s about ten years younger than me. She’s married, has grown k**s, and is adorable because she is so petite. She’s blond, about 5’00” tall and weighs maybe 100 lbs. She has perky breasts, kind of narrow hips, and her mom belly is very small. She’s the type who’s always smiling, keeps. "They certainly feel full. Have you been carefully checking for lumps andfibroids? Would you like me to examine them?"I nodded. All this contact was taking my breath away. "Please." I hadbeen checking in with the salon where I had first gone on my birthday foran occasional touchup. The throat spray they used was no longernecessary. I have a beautiful melodious alto voice now.The doctor touched my breasts gently at first but before long he wasgoing an excellent job of checking me for any signs. Then finding that the world wasn't quite so crazy about meeting me. When I told her I am gay she said, 'you were always different from the moment you were born'. I was a sissy from the beginning. I wanted dolls. Tiny china tea services. As I grew older, I played only with girls, loved only girly games, spent all my time with girls. The bullying started when I was about eight. The name calling, the thumps and blows. I endured a few years of that, simply not understanding why it was happening.. I was asked and subsequently accepted a position as adjunct faculty at the local school to teach part time. Here is where it becomes interesting. My DIL came to me and was asking about the profession. She’s 24, and was still trying to figure out what she wanted to do. We talked at length and she finally decided this was what she wanted to do.She enrolled and began classes and within a few weeks I ended up teaching part of her class. Following the first semester students begin their clinical.