Anyway I ignored all the signs being overly sensitive for a boy It should of clicked when I was diagnosed with disphoria. I knew I liked being girly...but I really thought all teen age boys were like me. Always being a pretty-boy girls always came my way but they all end the same I get hurt because just like a girl I lack self esteem and I'm not controlling enough. Also I lack the testosterone to compete with other Men and now that older and I realized that I'm terrified of women. And. ‘You have to. I’ve given you no choice. Just wait.’ Once she had left I tried to struggle. My frantic writhing was useless. My captor and her assistants had tied me too tightly inside the enveloping saris and then lashed me to the palanquin’s webbed base. Exerting my full strength gave me little more than an inch of movement and seemed to tighten the knots holding me helpless. I relaxed and strained my ears for any clue about what might be happening around me. I thought I heard faint scuffling. We sat down and talked some more until it became dark outside. I had to go home but I didn't want to go back to being a boy. She told me I could keep the panties and bra and wear them underneath my clothing so I could feel a little more girly.When I got home I went straight to bed. I rubbed my legs together and ran my hands over my body feeling the soft panties and silky bra. My cock was rock hard and I couldn't help but jerk off in my panties, filling them with my sticky cum. In the morning I. They had secured their boat about 30 meters away, a middle aged couple and a teenage boy.As she watched the couple stripped off and dove into the water, that excited her and she turned her attention to the boy, mentally urging him to do the same.As they swam they made for her direction and soon they were close enough to say hello.When the man realized Helen was nude he came right up, then came out of the water and stood over her, bending down to take her hand and give salutations.His wife.