It wasn't much, but then for changing clothes,I didn't have any great needs. I already had the key.I already had two purchases behind me. Since I had ...o money, Svenjamapped out a way that I could work off any debts. I now wore a teddywith a liberal amount of lace, which substituted for the bra. This wayit just couldn't slide so easily. And I was wearing pantyhose; like theteddy it was put on in the rest room.Now came the part that I dreaded: shoes. I had to try them on. I hadrejected a normal. .what if it takes me a while" I teasingly say to her, She smiles, "That’s the whole point of keep away isn't it?" I come over again and start to grab her arms and then her tits on purpose, and laugh "Where is that darn ball”. She puts up a half hearted struggle trying to keep me from grabbing her tits, but she likes it too much. Then she reaches down, and grabs my cock again through my trunks, as I feel her tits up...we don't say a thing...just laugh and splash. Then I take one hand and reach. I hope I never wake up.Deep down, though, I knew I was no longer dreaming, even though it wasdefinitely something that was on my mind at all times. Until I was 19, Iwasn't even aware that there were even others like me, and knowing thathad helped me immensely; I was not alone. There were others with similarstories, as well as stories of those who managed to turn it all aroundand become their true selves.I was so happy that I could finally add my own name to that list.No more dysphoria, I. Of course, on following morning, I made sure that I paid some of the debts she claimed that I had. She finally begged me to stop eating her and just make love to her. Afterwards, she claimed that because I teased her, she could not yet forget my debts. When I protested that with this kind of calculation I would probably keep on paying back for the rest of my life, she just smiled and patted my head. On the other hand, this kind of 'debt bondage' didn't feel bad at all.We shuttled the rest of.