" The usual conversation took place. There were the what, why, and where kind of questions. Kate was vague with her answers, but told Sean she had qui... her job and was leaving for France on Wednesday. He was both angry and sad. His anguish and pleading wasn't enough to change Kate's mind. It was over. Kate left for Dingle early on Wednesday morning. The bus left Macdonagh Station exactly at 7:34. She arrived in Dingle shortly after noon and caught a taxi to the dock. Just as Tyton had said,. I gasped as my pants tightened aroundmy growing hips and derriere. With the sound of rending fabric my pantsparted at the seams on both sides and slid to the floor. Distracted asI was by the sensation from the nipples between my fingers, I took inmy whole image.My hard won abs were gone, replaced by smooth soft skin. My legs lookedlong and athletic, tapering to a waspish waist. There was somethingfamiliar about it but I was beyond the capacity for logical thought,immersed in the depths of the. Eventually I was told that I had a rare psychological gender disorder called Transsexualism. I had to undergo treatment, medications and surgery to have my gender change if I wished to do so. I said yes. Eventually, I saw the changes coming towards me. I was not a male anymore, but a female. The hairs on my body, my voice, and my body figure was changing so I could become a female. My friends, family, and teachers saw the changes and the amount of emotions towards me changed so harmfully that. Pulling Sarah off my cock by her hair, she moans at the pain. You whisper something in her ear and she giggles before sauntering off to the kitchen. "On your hands and knees, let's take a look a you." I roll over and assume a position appropriate for doggystyle. "My my, you're a bit of a slut aren't ya?" I know the source of your comment, my asshole is completely shaved; as are my balls. I've been an anal slut ever since my first girlfriend bought me a butt-plug and introduced me to the world.