.. thought...” I said, slowly, rubbing the back of my neck. “You were a dude.”“I am the male of my species,” Victory said.“Really?” I as...ed.“No.” She frowned. “I have mammary glands. And in my spider-form, I clearly have exposed thuuung and venom injectors. Now!” She clapped her hands, which set her breasts (which I hasten to add, are the size of my fucking head and didn’t need a bra because of fancy space bodies) jiggling. “Transform!”I held up my hands. “To what?”Victory pursed her black lips. And no son of mine is ever going towear a dress!" I replied angrily."You are going to disown our son if he is transgendered? What kind oftransphobic father are you? You really should apologise, she was sohappy being one of the girls," Isabel replied with just a hint ofsurprise in her voice."You think I am transphobic just because I don't want to see Clarkwearing a dress? Well you can call me transphobic, I don't care!"Isabel decided she would not try to argue with me, her prejudicedhusband,. Coming to Sravya,she is also a sexy girl in her early twenties with body stats of 32-28-32.One fine day i got a message from a reader appreciating my story on ISS. I was very happy to get such positive feedback. As many people think some stories are fake,she also asked me whether its real or fake.She then told me that she was so thrilled and excited after reading my story.I said I am logging off because i got to go.She said bye. After 3 days again i got a mail from her saying hi….The convo. By the time I made it around the bar, I had lined up two lap dances. All the finger play, along with the excitement of displaying my crotch inches from the faces of a bunch of horny men, had me primed for this next phase of my training as a dancer. I popped into the ladies’ room for a quick pee, and left my shorts and halter in the dressing room. When I walked, naked, back to the easy chairs I found both of my lap dance customer’s already waiting. Each lap dance was supposed to last for only.