Zach is a closeted transgender woman. Imean, that is how he thinks of himself, I mean herself. He's afraid tocome out. He has a bit of a crush on Anth...ny, his strait businesspartner, and is afraid of jeopardizing their relationship." When I was telling him, or her..., I didn't ask about that..., about oursearch for a larger apartment, Zach, that's easier to say, Zach asked ifwe'd be interested in having the upper floor of his mansion as anapartment, rent free, if we help with his transition.". She willingly took advantage of that, always having trendy, designer clothes and shoes. Oh my God, so many shoes. Her father also bought her (as a company car of course) a brand new E-Type convertible from the dealership where I worked. Again, I am sure he did it purposely to try to humiliate me in the eyes of my workmates. To be fair to her, she also bought me many expensive presents. A Rolex for my birthday; designer suits; even hand-made shirts. All the trappings not usually associated with. I dwell slowly over the glistening head sucking the distended tip, swirling my tongue across the tender spots above and below like a dripping melting ice cream cone. A deep pleasurable sigh escapes you as you penetrate my mouth passing the swollen ridge between my soft full lips, while you push deeper and watch the shaft disappear on the cushion of my tongue, wetting the entire length, filling my mouth and throat with your engorged dick leaving me almost no room to swallow. Love slipped. It didn't seem affected as much as I was. "What are youdoing, Wallace?" I asked myself out loud, "Stop fucking men!"I stormed out of the room to nowhere in particular. I marched around thecouch, arms folded. "I can't stop! Why can't I stop? Fuck! I'm anacademic!" I took my little tantrum into the bedroom, hurling myself onthe bed. Tears began to sprout of my perfect face and I cursed the world."Why does it make me like it? I don't want to like it! Let me have mymisery!" I squealed as I rolled.