R: Like you look now?M__: No. I looked like a boy at first before I became the swan you see before you! I always knew I was a girl on the inside thoug....Mr.r: That sounds kinda trite. Explain.M__: Well, most people know what they are from a young age. Some boys know they're really girls, some boys know they like boys, and some boys know they like girls. Which one are you?Mr.r: I'm not really sure. So how long have you been on hormones?M__: Me? Off and on for the last five years. But I've been. I probably should have carried the stun gun as well, but it was bulky. It Was also uncomfortable, as it bumped against me in the loose jogging suit.The hour passed slowly because my hand hurt. I had taken my pills first thing and they should have kicked in, but my hand still hurt. Probably the running raised the pressure of the blood throbbing through it. Regardless I was thrilled when the run was finished and I could return to the motel. I took a shower with the bandage off. I was glad to find. I spent the day relaxing and recovering and in the early evening as I was in a robe and warm socks , enjoying a couple of cold beers and watching TV, he suddenly called and wanted to come by. I told him he was welcome to come by but my asshole was recovering from his damaging fuck so no sex please at least for a few days. He laughed and said he only wanted to come to see me because he missed me already. Those heartwarming words made me instantly say "Yes, please come by" and that I was missing. Kathy was a 5’8” or 5’9” brunette, with what I always considered a fairly plain body ... hard to miss her amazing tits no matter what she wore. But, when she put on a pair of 3 inch heels, a knee-length black skirt, and a red button up collared top, she transformed into the professor/teacher/librarian/accountant of every man’s fantasy. Her hair was up in a tight pony tail, and she still had on her black rectangle-rimmed glasses.So there I was, paralyzed by fear, except for my cock, which was.