The first order of business is to get rid of the bag containing the last of my male clothes and the chest binding. On the way back a young man introdu...es himself to me as Tommy. He is on his way to boot camp. We would be army buddies under other circumstances. As we board the bus I can't help but look at the trash bin. I hope those would be the last male clothes I ever wear. I only regret that I can't give a more torturous end to that accursed chest binding and in defiance I take a deep breath. Speechless i smiled, opened a math book and began explaining the formulas while going over the examples. laying on the bed with van , trembling with excitment as i imagined becoming a girl for him i had to accept the fact i wanted to. and i would have done anything we finished studying and were watching tv when van lit a joint. i watched wild eyed as he inhaled deep, put his lips on mine and filled my lungs with smoke. after ten or so times i felt so uninhibited that i blurted out "is there. Suction those lips on my pussy and suck up my juices"The young man is on his knees, a hand on his shaft rubbing the head up and down Teressa's pussy lips."Stop fucking around k**. Give it to this young nurse. Fuck her tight little cunt." Diane instructed Teressa muffled cries could be heard as the young man pumped his thick long cock in and out. With each thrust more of his cock disappeared in her skinny tight ass. "Fuck your tight! " " I'M A V I R G I N . FUCK THAT IS ONE BIG DICK" Teressa. I would never have thought before of wearing something in such a bright shade of pink. The brightness itself is an invitation to look at me; it?s the color of the petals of a flower, something pretty, to enjoy.In fact, everything I wear is an invitation to look at me. The tight skirt, not too tight or too short to be inappropriate at the bank, is certainly unlike anything a man would wear. It accents my the curves of my waist and the firm plumpness of my ass. The hem is right above my knees,.