There was a second knock, then I heard the door open and a quiet feminine voice say, “Housekeeping."I ignored it and kept stroking. Suddenly, I saw ... woman come around the corner. She was young; nineteen or twenty years old. She had dark hair, was slim, and was generally cute. When she saw me she stopped short, screamed, turned, and ran back out of the room. I felt bad. I didn’t mean to scare the poor girl. She wasn’t even who I saw earlier anyway. I lost my hard-on. I figured I couldn’t. The rest of it was nothing compared to that. She fed me, dressed me, bathed me, and did everything else for me that one can’t manage without the use of his hands.The only thing that made it bearable at all was the knowledge that it wouldn’t last forever—that I would eventually regain the use of my hands after the bandages were removed, and after a lengthy period of physical therapy.When you’re on that many medications, you don’t really realize what they’re doing to you—how they alter the way. -"Assis toi bien a fond sur Tonton" Il me descendit doucement le long de ses 21 centimètres, jusqu'à ce que je vienne m'empaler complètement sur lui, à fond. Je sentais que j'étais "planté" lol, comme "prisonnier" par sa grosse bite.Bien a fond dans mon cul, il m'embrassa dans le cou, sa moustache me chatouillait la nuque, ses grosses mains, glissaient le long de mes petites cuisses toutes blanches et minces, totalement imberbes, contrastant avec les siennes très bronzées et touffues.-"Ca va. "Not exactly you at yourhottest." Is there a dress code here? Or are you just miffed that I won't beprancing around in heels and a short skirt today?" Hey, you're the one who changed over. What is this, longing for yourlost boyhood?"She picked up her purse and started to put on her coat."Where are you going?" You know, I was beginning to wonder if I was going a little bit crazy.Recently you've been alternating sweet talk with little reminders of thefact that I am transgendered. Not that it.