The cold room had already shrivelled up his testicles and penis against his lower abdomen. The final item though was the most shocking to his senses a... they fitted a pair of matching culottes to his slim waist. The appearance was not unlike a skirt."Why do I have to wear such girlish clothes? I'm a boy," he suddenly said."Who gave you permission to speak?" Shouted Miss Renton such that Helen who had returned to tidying up in the bedroom could hear her clearly."I am sorry," he said and he raised. I grab her paddle, she loves this, I can clearly remember one of our first conversations when she had mentioned it, mentioned stroking it it, missing it's devils kiss on her behind. Softly at first, I use it on her, bringing a warm gentle glow to her backside, this is play not punishment, I want her to enjoy today, a few harder spanks just to mix things up and I stop, stroking her hair, stroking her bottom I wait as she calms, before gently rolling her onto her back, kissing her gorgeous lips,. Just wasn't too interested I guess, or at least not as interested as they were. After about a year, myself and my friend Sarah (I'll say now: blonde, gorgeous blue eyes, same kinda thin figure as me, boys loved her) had talked about it. It began innocently enough, talking about a few of the girls at school who were pretty and stuff. Gradually I tested the water a bit, mentioning not only how pretty they were, but what a great body they had, or how jealous of their boobs I was :) Sarah went. “Lucky them,” Becky said. The hint of envy in her tone obvious. He looked across at her curiously. “So you think they were lucky, heh?” Mark said, his expression changing from an intoxicated weariness to outright focused interest. He stared at Becky and she stared back. She was daring him, I thought. “You know what babe, it might be your lucky day,” he said. He always called her Babe.He got up and went through the door and into the hall and a minute later came back holding up a tired looking.