“Yes, it is. Do you want to see it?” he asks.I wiggle lower and reach down between my legs to try to press it against my magic button.“Let's try...this, princess,” he says rolling onto his back. “You climb onto me, and you put my penis wherever you want it. Ok?” he asks helping me onto him.I wiggle trying to find a good way to press it against my button. I open my lips wide and press down on it like a cowboy sitting on a saddle. I slide back and forth enjoying how it feels between my legs. He. He hatedthe idea even more because it added heaping amounts of fuel to hisalready over stimulated and under-relieved sexual need.Damn! Was he really doing this? Was he really about to go outshopping dressed entirely as a woman again - only this time by himself?Unbelievably, the answer was yes. He never dreamed he could ever goout like he had been - or like he would be doing again shortly. Never- ever - dreamed! Yet he was doing it. And dare he think it, lovingit? Because way deep down,. Hutchinson.Getting to the end of the room, Pansy did an over the top curtsey, andsaid in a ridiculous baby voice, "OMG, I need to be making men cummies!"Turning around Pansy got only one step before hearing the words, "Pansy,end," causing her to instantly stop what she was doing and stand there,unaware that just a few moments ago she was prancing around like aridiculous sissy."Excellent, Pansy! Most excellent!" Pansy beamed with delight."Everything they said about you was true. You'll forgive. So were the houses behind me, across the street frommine. On the sidewalks, I could see the faint traces of hopscotchcourses. Some feral children left their bikes on someone's front lawn.Further down the road, I could see (presumably) two young mothers on ablanket on the lawn tending to their toddlers.A lawn had been mown recently; the smell of freshly cut grass lingered.I closed my eyes, leaned against my car, and waited for my real estateagent to arrive and deliver my keys.I smiled to myself..