That was my first orgasm - it was a dry orgasm, but still areal one - and it was great. I believe that there is probably somethingsymbolic about the c...nnection between my first orgasm and women'sclothing."That was the start of my second life. I probably would have been happyjust being a 'closet queen', but when I was twelve, Mother Naturestepped in. With a vengeance."I was in the 7th grade at school. After gym class one day I noticedthat I looked different than the other boys. The others were. Last time she bought some of her friends to laugh andgloat at me. They even bought me a bone and made me play fetch. At leastat night I had the dog blanket. But it was the real dogs blanket. Itprobably had fleas and who knows what in its fluff ?It was about 10 am Id been Fido for only an hour. Only 95 hours to go.Hell that's a long time on all fours. What's that going to do with myknees? I'm beginning to want to go and lift my leg all ready. I'mthirsty; There is water there in the concrete. As he begandriving the car as the group's new leader, Ronnie found himself glancinginto the backseat at Buzz and he felt a tingling sensation in the underside of his penis knowing how good it would feel to turn Buzz into a sissyfaggot. However, Ronnie had to snap out of his daydream, he had alreadyused two wishes, he only had one left, and the third wish had to be savedin case it was required to make Nina love him. He hoped that Nina wouldlove him anyway, they were getting along great now in. I bet if he tried to speak right now he'd be tongue-tied. I saw it in the conference room. A part of him wants to rip my clothes off and rape me. But he's afraid. Guys are so predictable."I have one itsy-bitsy question, though," Tiffany said in a shy, little girl's voice.Mr. Johnson put his coffee mug down without ever taking a drink. "Um, what?" he said."You said that Jack will be our customer." Yes, that's..."Mr. Johnson's words caught in his throat when Tiffany uncrossed her legs and planted.