He says "no, reachfrom under you, up between your legs like a bitch. Cause you bout to bemy bitch. Its time you act like one."I had read enough on the...yahoo groups to be a licensed gender therapist.I could probably pass the test at the local pharmacy just by looking atthe pills. I know more about hormones and feminization surgery than anyguy should. Jonna? She couldn't get enough. One quick internet search anda credit card order later and I was gobbling down my first batch offemale hormones and. Wellthat was my plan but my intentions evaporated when I walked in and wasstruck by the full force of his masculinity. Since his very expensivebicycle was propped against the wall in his office it was clear that hehad cycled in and when I walked in with his coffee he was padding roundhis office wearing only his underpants, which might have well as been acodpiece!Blushing brightly I gasped, "Richard!" Stunned that he was paradingabout his office wearing a pair of shorts that left nothing to. "Climb down," he instructed her, waving the gun barrel at her.Kimberly began climbing down the dark shaft and the heavy set man then lowered his rather large dog, and then climbed down to join his teenaged captive. When they reached the bottom, he turned on a light switch and faced her. The small room contained a cot bed, a television set, a chair and table but nothing else."I won't restrain you in any way," the towering man told the frightened girl. "So please, stay put. Read, rest. If you. We had selected Naples because it was quiet, and peaceful, and a drastic change of scenery from the drab winter we had just suffered through in Ohio. I turned and looked towards the bed, where my wife rested in slumber. Vanessa was approaching thirty-five but she appeared more a girl in her twenties. She's a beautiful woman, really - standing she's roughly five and a half feet tall. Her frame is curvaceous and thick, having filled out slightly after our two children. I drank in her image as she.