School mornings we handle in a pretty efficient fashion. While Bink and I do quick showers, then dress, Ben’s in the kitchen building pancakes or Fr...nch toast or omelets and toast.With no bus to catch, we have plenty of time before we climb in the car and get dropped off at school a quarter of an hour before the first bell for homeroom. That’s where Bink and I part ways. Henkel goes to a different homeroom than Johnson does.We’re seated in alphabetical order in homeroom. That’s fifteen minutes. I looked up some information onit, hoping to find that it would be hard to even come by, and so noteven worth considering. I'd imagined batteries of psychological teststhat I'd never hope to pass, I was only a guy getting off dressing as agirl after all. But the more I looked, the more it didn't seemimpossible at all. Some doctors had an informed consent policy thatonly required you to understand and acknowledge the risks of thehormones, and several were nearby (go figure, I should have. She was too shut down to ask too. He pulled it up until it was over her tits.“Hold it like this,” he commanded her. She held her dress over her tits. As she did so, he sent his hands around her and unhooked her bra. As it got loosened from the front, he pulled it upwards and placed his palms on her boobs.“Ahh..,” she let out a hiss. He started feeling her tits and her nipples again.Later, in one go, he placed his mouth on her right boob and started sucking, licking and biting it as his left arm. "Mike grimaced. "I dunno."Emily turned to him. "What's the worry? Look, she's had six hours to throw a shit-fit and bail. Deep down, she KNOWS this isn't some desperate situation that she can't get out of -- for one thing, we're all her friends! This is all about whether she's a subbie or not -- how far she's willing to go to have someone else there to protect her and see to her needs -- and she's ALREADY let it go on too long to bullshit anyone..."Lois took Mike's hand. "It's okay, really..