With a shake of my head, I climbed out of the bed and stepped over to the dresser. I nearly shrieked when I saw my hair. I must have gone to sleep wit... it wet because it looked like a flock of gulls had been nesting in it. With all the wine last night, I didn't remember clearly but the evidence spoke for itself.There was a light knock at the door. "Are you decent?" Ted asked."No," I squealed as I bolted for the bathroom. "Give me a few minutes!" I slammed the bathroom door and locked it. There. My cock started throbbing harder, needing another taste of Jillian’s perfect cunt. Finally, she put my cock into her body and rode me like a pro. A ripple went through her body, from her chest to her hips to her plump ass as she rode me; the motion pumped my cock like I had never felt before. She started to move her hips sideways and finally went in a circular motion; she was going up and down, side to side and around, finding different ways to pump my body all in one motion. My cock was in. She's grown up enough to decide what she wants, and with a dead dad, both grandparents dead, and a mother in prison, she has very few options that don't include an orphanage."Let her choose us."You wouldn't force her, coerce her, or pressure her if your life depended on it, so whatever choice she makes will have been all her, and it will be the one she needs to make."Let her." Winnie had a way of making me see things her way, whether I wanted to or not. This was one of those times.I wrapped a. She asked.My mother was really understanding, but we are from an orthodox brahmin family , so nothing queer would be accepted, it so happened that my dad died when I was 11 years and as I was the only child , my mother after she realized how much I wanted to be a boy moved out to a city , where we knew no one. She was in the government and easily got a transfer to a smaller city. Here I grew up as a boy, and my fetish for becoming a boy was so much , when I told her of the testosterone therapy.