Its non-stop motion drew your attention completely... and woven within the shapes were subliminally-presented words about relaxation, peacefulness, ac...eptance and surrender. For those who had their audio switched on, beautiful warm new age music would fill the air, with reinforcing words on the same topic softly whispered beneath the music. It was quite effective at inducing a mild trance, as I found out when I tested it on several friends.Chelsie and I met in a chat room one night. We talked. He was handsome, majestic, real man. I felt weak, small, feminine but good, I was feeling good, beautiful. I realised I liked it . I liked it to be the women, to be desired, to be sexy. My hole was pulsing. Its like Pietro felt it so he moved from my dick to my hole. He started making circles around it. Kissing it. Spreading my cheeks. I felt like a Goddess. He put his finger in me pulsing boypussy. I moaned - like a girl. I liked it and continued. I felt free. I was finally free. Soon his. 'Come on in."As we entered she strolled over in all her natural beauty, gave her sister a quick hug, then moved to give me a tight hug pressing her sweet little pussy right into my crotch. I was half-hard already, and that added fuel to the fire. Looking over her shoulder, I saw Cousin Lisa sitting on the far edge of the bed dressed in a blue see-through teddy. She was turned half sideways holding a magazine in her lap, and looked sixteen, though I knew better. She possessed average looks, but. I had come to terms withthe fact that things were not the same in bed as they had been. AndJenny was fine with it too. I enjoyed my life, I had embraced that Iwas the woman I had always felt I was. But this was a final step. If Iwent through with this I would be physically a woman, or as close Icould be given I was born a boy. But something else was getting to me.I just couldn't put a finger on it."I, um, so, ahh." The words would not come up. "What does all of thatentail?" I asked not.