"My sissy boy needs to drink some semen so we can share this experience." NO!! Damn it Tonja stop this," he yelled shaking his head back and forth."Oh...don't be such a baby Max," she said pulling his hair now and holding his head back under her arm and painfully squeezing his cheeks."Open up sweetie," she said pleasantly as she struggled to hold him still."No," he said pressing his lips tight together."I'm not going to go away Max. Open your mouth for me," she said as her frustration. It wasn't a specifically sexual feeling, actually, but it drewmy attention to my femaleness. I had to have a look in the mirror, andthat's where I squealed! After six months of being a girl, I thought Ihad gotten used to it. But seeing me in the mirror, seeing my round,sexy little ass wearing just a little blue thong, was a rush. Sofeminine, but so...right.I spent the next few minutes just looking, turning one way or the otherto glimpse at it. I smacked my ass with my hand. I leaned back. I handed the coach my forms so i could join the team. Then i handed him the play book."your going to need the Valentine" he said" i remembered it coach" i said "in one night" he replied shocked " Yeah i thought you wanted me to play because of my mental disorder" I said"what disorder" he said shocked " i have Hyperthymesia. its when you remember every thing that happens after puberty" i said " Well then you are going to be the best Quarterback i have ever seen." he said I decided. There’s an old proverb that pretty much says it all: Idle hands are the devil’s workshop. The military seems well aware of this because a soldier with nothing to do will soon be given something to keep them busy and consequently out of trouble. At least, that’s been my take on things. Back when I had a team,” he said with just a hint of resentment in his voice, “I kept my people busy. Training ad nauseam not only passes the time, but it tends to save lives when the shit hits the fan.“Now, we.