”“Yes Sir, What would you like?” She asked. “You, now!”She just stood there a moment, unsure what to do. He helped her by guiding her onto h...s lap. She sat facing him, he licked his lips. She leaned forward and cupped her breasts to him, leaning in, offering her to him. He started to kiss and lick at her. Sucking and biting at her. Minutes passed and she grew hotter, her breath was ragged and short. He pulled her up again, standing in the chair now she offered him her sex. She was dripping wet,. Call somebody, anybody you want. They tell you that you was always girl. Youwas born girl." He looked John straight in the eye and his voice loweredmenacingly. "And you gonna die a girl." No! Change me back. I can't live like this." You got no choice, but don't worry. You gonna like it." What?" You see. Here." Stavros tossed John a book, _The Impressionists As ARebellion_. It seemed familiar to John, though he'd never heard of it before."Sit and read," Stavros said. "Everything work itself. My mind raced as I thought how terribly deviated I had just been and how I fought to clear my head of all such thoughts.Later that night I was sitting on the floor watching television and he was lying next to me when I again thought about how big he was and how utterly sexual it had felt to cause his orgasm, to feel the power of his forceful strokes as he began to hunch my hand. I wondered what it felt like to be male and penetrate a female... I wondered what it felt like when he came! The way. "Gosh it that the time 6.30pm, we are running late aren't we.Better get a move on."Madame Anne moved into the room. A room that was large with abig bay window, which had its shutters closed to block out theevening light. Within the room it was clear that it was aNursery. Wallpapered in pinks and lemons, mobiles hanging fromthe ceiling and all the pieces of furniture you could need fora baby.Her baby was lying in a large crib, which was pivoted in thecentre to allow it to rock with any movement.