A man, yet I had attracted a man that wanted me.Looking in the mirror for a way to deny the truth, I found myselfunable to find any sign of my former ...ale self. I was almost 18 now,and really, no longer a male; but not a female either. As I undressedand my bra fell to the floor, my breasts fell free. No longer small,they had grown to a full 'B' cup, round and soft, pert and sexy. Ihefted one in each hand and looked at them. They were an undeniablesign of my femininity. My waist was now a. And I had hardly touched her!I then pushed my right hand up behind her head, cupping it while taking a handful of hair as a grip, kissing her roughly again, looking into her eyes, and pinching her nipples lightly, I pushed her to her knees and pulled off my shirt, pants and underwear, letting my cock spring out, almost touching her face. Slowly I moved around behind, attaching the restraints. I clipped her wrists together behind her back. I wanted to create some scariness for her... she has. Lucky for her, she had the wine – bought by him, of course – to somewhat keep her at bay. If the prick would’ve just paid more attention to her and not every bimbo that passed by, then the date might’ve been bearable at best. But as things were, she couldn’t wait for the date to be done with so she could get home and to bed to forget about this day. Madelyn continued to run the vibrating bullet up and down her pussy, only stopping to tease her pulsating clit. She needed the sweet relief her. DREAMLANDSleep pours itselfInto my soul,And I slumber,My world a stageOf dreamersEnacting fantasies:Hermaphrodites delightIn their dual sex,Cavorting across sylvanLandscapes with satyrsAnd dryads long deadBut alive againIn the magic, miraculousFantasyland of the Secret SelfSwollen and erect.I wake, shuddering,My thighs wet,My cock stiff,My breasts full,Their nipples swollenTo bursting,My heart a hammerOn an anvil,My soul drained,My hooves muddy,And my bark clawedTo bloody shreds.Tomorrow night,.