.What makes my life until recently so unusual is that on the island whereI grew up and had to discover and come to terms with my transgendernature the...e were no males. None. Since ancient times the wholepopulation of our island has been female, and for centuries the locationand even the existence of our all-girl island has been a secret that wejealously guarded from the rest of the world, to the point that we usedto simply kill any male who set foot on Themyscira's perfect beachesright there on. After most of the crew had left, it was just me Drew, thenew guy, and Chrissy, the Manager Trainee. I was a little disappointedas Carmen gave me a goodbye hug and bounced out of the store, herbubble butt barely covered by a body suit and micro-skirt. The mall was due to close in half an hour and it had prettymuch cleared out except for some stragglers in the Food Court. “What’s wrong?” Chrissy asked, her voice showed true concern.“Silly, but my Secret Santa didn’t. " I grunted as I pumped in and out. "I know." That means I'm almost in the middle of my cycle," Kelly explained unnecessarily. I grunted my agreement as I worked my cock in and out. "You aren't ready to come yet, are you?" No," I answered. "I'm not close." Good, I don't want you to pull out yet," Kelly said. "I love doing this with you and I don't want it to end too quickly." I don't either," I said agreeably as I continued screwing her."Promise me you'll pull out before you come, Kyle," Kelly. And the pain, that agonizing pain, the agony is everywhere the demon's razor sharp claws pierced my flesh like molten hot knives carving and ripping at me as if I were but a piece of meat. And then there is the echo of that deafening sound still reverberating in my mind ... pounding inside my head. Now that horrid sound follows me everywhere I go and affords me no escape. Soon, very soon, I fear I will surely go insane if it does not stop.February 21, 1894My good and dear friend Doctor Whitaker.