.. You always wanted tobe a girl, right?" Robbie gulped before answering. This was a make orbreak moment, he could either deny his mother's suspicions... dismiss themas misguided and spend the holiday in his boring boy clothes, or he couldconfirm them, and finally get to present HERself to her mother the way SHEalways wanted to- and from what the older woman was saying, Robbieinferred that the clothes weren't just for the holiday, if he so wished."...Yes," Robbie whispered, tears flowing freely. Even the ones in Persian, as I correctly assumed they wouldn’t be in the library unless they were very interesting.I was a failure at Formal Music, much preferring the reels and rounds of the lands folk, Formal Music was an acquired- affectation, I would say. I would be surprised if anyone genuinely appreciated listening to Formal Music for it’s own bare aesthetic. I took a standard Italian Lute, and tortured it far beyond it’s traditional intentions to create some very appreciated and lively. Be the master of your own soul. At the moment of need, you will call on me, and you will rise above. Until then, you must pretend you are but a normal girl, a simple slave. You’ve pretended to be other people before, and this is your biggest role.” The world starts becoming dark, fading around us. Darker and darker, until just her and I are together. Then she, too, fades.As she disappears, that heat in me scorches from the inside, threatening to disintegrate me. It burns lower, and I feel my. .that” she says gesturing to his ever growing erection.“Erm… ye…yes” he stuttered.“I was hoping you’d say that” and she sank to her knees pulling his trousers and pants down around his ankles. His boner sprang out of his pants and stood proud in front of mouth just centimetres away from her beautiful lips at which point she licked her lips slowly and moaned as she started to suck him, her nails digging into his firm arse. He let out a shaky breath as she did so and ran his fingers through her.