I easily rolled off his belly, while he picked up his cigar and began puffing contentedly. "Your old dad's a pretty good kisser, huh, Son?" he mumbled...around the cigar. "How's that compare with your girlfriend?" I replied, "Honestly Dad, there's no comparison. You're the best!" He laughed behind a plume of cigar smoke and said, "Wait'll you try my tits!" and started unbuttoning his shirt. I noticed his huge hands were shaking a little, so I helped him take off his shirt and pull up his. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. If Jane ever actually wanted him to go outside like this, he was sure he would panic. He stood at the top of the stairs fidgeting nervously. He squirmed his shoulders uncomfortable in their new restraining garment. To him, the bra, a symbol of utter degradation, had dozens of tight, biting elastic straps. He pulled his arms and shrugged his shoulders trying to relieve the bra straps awful bite. He felt utterly powerless. Still, he reasoned, at. Upar se paani gir raha tha or neeche meri choot ka paani gir raha tha, phir thodi der baad usne mujhe bithaya knees par or phir main usko choosne lagi poora andar tak le lekar.Vo bola kabhi akele main mil tanisha, jo bolegi dilwaunga jo bolegi karoonga.Ye bhadwa hai saala isko pata bhi nahi chalega. Maine kaha sochoongi abhi disturb mat karo.Phir kaafi der baad hum shower lete rahe or phir bahar aaye.Or raj apne haath main uski fav bra and panty or baby doll liye khada tha.Usne mera badan saaf. ..this is...very 'guy'...and kind of'sanitized'. "I groped for a response..."Well, um...yea, I am kind of living that way..." wasall I managed."Why?" she asked.When I appeared lost again, she continued, "I mean, transgendered peopleare not exactly mainstream yet, but Christ we have like six on campus,several are friends of mine, and my high school even had two people intransition....so, why not you too?" It's a long story," I replied stiffly.She noted my tone and replied, "Well, given what you.