And talking of the girl of my dreams I'd better get a move on if I was going to ask her out before some stupid jock realised how good looking she was ...nd got in there before me.With that sort of sorted out I managed to get my mind focused on what 'Davie' was talking about and became a useful member of the class.By the time the lesson finished I was back to normal and ready for the last lesson of the day. I packed up and headed for the door but pulled up short when the teacher called my. He even had some fun showing off how he'd chastised his little trollop.The sissy had a nice cock too. I wanted to suck on it but it was alltightly locked away in some clever plastic bondage cage. Plastic so thepussy boy could piss through it and not worry about getting it wet.Clever, that.As the night wore on, he showed me more and more of what he had createdwith that feminized submissive of his. Eventually he had that pussy boystripped down to just his corset, garters, and nylons. It was then. I did have other thoughts. My next one was a sentence fragment. What in the---?Something very strange was happening. I was breathing. Didn't I just die? Dead people aren't supposed to breathe. I was lying on my side with my head propped on something very different from the hospital pillow. There were no bedclothes over me and under me no mattress, just a hard floor. I also felt hair on my head. Hadn't I been bald only a little while ago, because of the chemotherapy? I struggled to open my eyes.. After she’d been pumping her hips eagerly for a while, I got between her legs and pushed her knees up until the little ankle socks were dangling against her butt. I slid into her slow and deep and she let out a big sigh.“Nice,” she whispered.I watched my cock pumping in and out of her sopping cunt and concentrated on keeping an unhurried rhythm. I started prodding in deeper and pushed her knees up higher, trying to reach the wall of her cervix. The pitch of her moans changed and she thrashed.