“I meant what I said. I WILL make this up to you,” she said as she let her fingers slide over my abused cock.“Thank you, Mistress,” I said. I ...ave her a sincere smile and kissed her cheek.Jess cupped Brent’s ass cheek. “Please CUM again soon, Master Brent.” She kissed his cheek as well.“Thank you. Both of you,” Brent said. “This has been ... quite a memorable night.”And with that, they made the long walk across the hall to Emma’s apartment.The door closed behind them and Jess and I were alone. "To be honest," she said,"it's not that surprising. You've always been really girly anyway."Female friendships are a truly wonderful thing - they are the mostrewarding aspect of transition. It turns out, girls really admire a boywith enough common sense to chop off their penis. I gave a lecture to aspeech therapy class recently, and the all female class looked on me withwildly fascinated eyes - they were eager to ask questions about what itwas like for a boy to become a girl. I am sure you are. ‘Tame. Leashed. Comfortable. I have no interest in that, Mr. Stone. Tell them to find someone else. I’m not the only thief in the world.’ ‘Not even the best,’ someone said from behind her. She heard the man’s voice, a thick British accent harsh and slightly slurred with drink. The problem with turning from a woman into a legend, she thought idly as she stood up in her chair and turned to see the source of the challenge, is that there are more people out to topple legends than there are out to. Sure enough a group took Margie to Ruth's Chris and I was invited along. A chair was conveniently left open next to Margie and I sat beside her. It was now time to see if Margie's earlier charm was doled out to everyone as professional courtesy or uniquely designated for me. We got on very well, especially considering the disparity in our ages. Even as a c***d I always related better to parents and people my parents' age than my peers. Margie was no exception. I was able to talk.