This was going to be a boring evening as the plant was shut down for the holiday, so I was alone. I turned the live feed to my house on a little after...eleven. Mary was home. I could see that she looked beat and dejected. However, it was more a look of mental tiredness than if she had had a marathon physical workout with some guy.At a quarter to midnight the front entrance bell sounded. I asked myself, "Now who in hell would be ringing the bell? They must know the plant is closed." I went down. I also realize I was beyond embryonic at this point. As I read, there'smore and more detail and my entries get longer and/or more frequent. Iwas by now officially a hormone chick and although I never had theepiphany of realizing it until later, at this point I was no longermale. I was a girl.Diary Entry: July 2006Can I describe the feeling of having a cock inside me? What is it thatI feel? It's invasive. It feels hard. It's animalistic. It fills meand makes me feel whole. It makes me. I feel that since it's all written just the same, perhaps that could be enough.“If she was a lesbian, then she wouldn't be into having you in the first place!” Dan's brother said to him solemnly. “Why do you think I feel I have to try to be a good man for the absolutely feministic sort, if not for catching that lesbian?” Dan responded.His brother said nothing. So Dan continued dressing. He was going to see her at the place where he knew that two of his favourite exes very often went. It was a. The Woman emptied the buckets of ice cubes in the trough. The guys put a kind of rusty iron grid on the trough and sat down on it... there was really no escape possible for me. Because the trough was filled to the rim I had to gasp for air trough the iron grid, so only my nose and lips did stick out.To keep a long story short… I was pulled out of the trough several times and had to go back in it several times too. My head was held down under water several times as well. I can’t tell You how.