Even the ribbons in her hair and her glasses melted away. Yet, apparently mindful that nudity is not allowed on television, one of her arms strategica...ly covered her nipples (and little else).Then her voice came back on as she continued to hold up the now empty bottle. "That's right. Forget grout. Forget grime. Forget dust. The worst problem plaguing the average homemaker in this day and age is teenage sperm buildup. Don't let your son suffer blue balls! Buy 'Incest-O-Matic' today!"She waved. He set the large bag and my small laptop carrier in the trunk. The elegant gift-wrapped large box I carried with me.I settled in the leather back seat. On the other seat there was a large bouquet of camp flowers my wife's favorite."I took the liberty of purchasing the flowers," said my gray-haired driver."Thank you, James." I looked at the traffic outside the blackened windows while the limo sped silently and effortlessly on the highway.When we arrived, I grabbed the flowers and the gift box. The scrotum was shrunk flat, testicles removed a long time ago—Nurse Yardley said they were removed as soon as adulthood had been achieved in order to eliminate conflict between natural testosterone and artificial female hormones. Those hormones were currently self-administered every second week. My mild curiosity was no match for my shyness—I didn't want to intrude on another's privacy.I didn't even ask the nurse about age. Not my business!Privacy is present even when nudity is constant."I. Now, thanks in large part to The Program, my dreams had started to become realities.Fantasies that had been stored in my mind, only used for stimulation for masturbation, were real—at last! All of the things I had thought of as dirty, were tame by comparison. Having JR's cock in my mouth was a dream. Having his semen squirt against my tongue was a feeling and taste I longed to repeat whenever I could.There was more than sex though; I loved kissing JR and having him hold me. I couldn't put a.