We both moved with practiced ease at the familiar staff katas. The six-foot staffs whirled, stabbed, and blocked imaginary opponents."Ready for a bout..." she asked."Yes, thanks."We stepped into the ring and began. The tempo of the bout accelerated with a rash of strikes and parries, neither of us gaining the upper hand. Her surprise at my abilities faded and determination sprouted with a flurry of powerful thrusts at my legs. They were blows that would cause some pain if not blocked. "She is in. You are big and I am small. You move so that both of my wrists are being held in one of yours. You use your free hand to grab my neck and forcefully kiss me. I continue to squirm and struggle against you, but my body can’t help but react to your touch…no matter how rough it is. I want you to cover me...I need you to cover me, to make me yours and yours alone, again and again. I whimper out, "Please Master," Your shirt that I’m wearing falls open and you begin to suck and bite my breasts,. Maine kaha ki aap mujhe bahut sexy lagti ho, kya mein aapko pasand nahi toh unhone kaha ki aisi baat nahi hai tum ache lagte ho lekin mein shaadi shuda hoon aur tum mujhse bahut chote ho. Toh maine unse kaha ki kya bhabhi bhaiya toh adhiktar yaha rehte hi nahi aur kya aap unke saath khush ho. Toh woh chup ho gayi. Mujhe ye green signal laga aur maine unhe smooch karna start kar diya. Mere achaanak is hamle se pehle toh woh shock ho gayi lekin thodi der baad woh bhi mera saath dene lagi aur mooh. Of course he had done this before, after allhe was approaching his twentieth birthday, but this was a day of firsts,it was the first time he'd worn a brand new pair of tights, the firsttime that he'd worn his own tights and not his mother's retrieved fromthe laundry hamper, the first time in many years his body was free ofhair, the first time he'd painted his toe nails and extended his fingernails, the first time he would wear all his own female garments, thefirst time he had estrogens coursing.