As my mind begins to break, I begin peeping into the girls changing rooms, obsessing over the leader of the popular girls, Shelly. My warped mind lust... over her. I begin peeping at them without my tights on. My boyhood yearns for Shelly as I watch the girls change for Ballet. One day, Shelly is all alone in the changing rooms as I secretly watch her. She looks so beautiful and perfect in her tiny little bando tutu that I cannot resist her. I sneak up behind her and choke her gently but firmly. "I was shocked now, "why?! Why would you need that?" I grew more paranoid by the second, fearing my parents were conspiring against me. I knew I didn't want to be a girl, and I knew I wouldn't be forced into it.They sensed this, "We needed it," said mom, "We needed to tell you. We needed to show you. Honey, you don't understand the burden we've lived with all this time, not being able to tell you, not being able to make you understand. Now, we can."I suppose it made sense. After all, who. In a moment, Margies well fingered asshole was gaping slightly open. After the first dogs knot plopped out separating them he was led away. Margie let out a big sigh, she was grateful the cock was finally out of her. The combined juices of her and the dog came spurting out down her thighs and making a puddle between her knees. The second of the hounds was urged forward, to the accompaniment of Margrets pitiful sobbing and crying, its filthy cock was introduced into her anal fuck-hole. God! Look. Up until this time, I had never been fucked in the ass. You see, all my life previous to about a year before this time, I was literally a “tight ass.” I had had men attempt to explore my asshole with their fingers but it had caused me too much pain for it to be pleasurable. That orifice was just too tight. So I had always limited myself to either just sucking other guys off or topping them.Then, about a year or so previous to this incident, my prostate began acting up, big time. It was “BPH” or.