Still kissing, you bit my lip and slowly pulled away and let out a sexy little growl, making me even more horny than I ever thought possible. Unable t... take it any longer, I reached around your back, grabbed your ass and pulled you into me, letting out a not so quiet moan as the entirety of your throbbing cock entered me. Not used to having to be so quiet, you kissed me in an attempt to stifle the noises I made. All the teasing and anticipation of the evening had sped us up and I could tell by. I readporn on asstr - preferring sissy / culckold / humiliation / TG fiction to therest (but i'm open!).THEN....i met HER. SHE found me online and started to chat. my heart was RACING! Thiswas the first interaction with someone who knew my faggot sissy self. i told heri had been 'window shopping' online for some new panties, my own stockings. iexpected praise. SHE told me that a good girl wears heels. A good girl buysheels in the store. A good girl wears at least a four inch heel.i was very. To be on this bus, you needed to have a) parents who were totally cool with you having sex, and b) never had sex. If I had dice, I could have ran a D&D game. If I had a gun, I would have hijacked the bus and brought us to a sci-fi convention. Id have been roundly thanked. We were all nerds, geeks, and losers. No one made eye contact. It was an utterly silent forty-five minutes, punctuated only by coughing. I wonder what the bus driver was thinking. I wonder if hed have to get drunk to forget. I had doctor checkups,insurance meetings, more medical examinations, meetings with legal andscientific staff, even a brief counseling session to make sure my mindwas sound after such a traumatic transformation. After recievinginsurance coverage for the 'accident', I was able to take Jessica andanother fashion-savy friend out to purchase some quality wardrobe piecesfor school, work, and everyday life. Acknowledging that I was in thisform for an indefinite period of time, I adopted a new name. My.