I stillfelt a little more exposed though, as at least pyjamas coveredeverything, while my nightie opened up at the bottom.I took a few cautious steps....Luckily my brain seemed to adapt quickly togetting used to walking in this new body. The absence down there wasmore obvious as I moved though. Nothing dangling. Just the feeling ofthe air on a smooth surface between my legs. But with a few more stepseven that was starting to grow familiar.I stood in front of the mirror and looked at my. He took off his briefs and threw it away and was completely naked. He was looking perfect, tall, tanned brown, muscled and strong, with a strong, bulky hard penis in my hand. I played with his penis for a while and held his balls. He loved it and moaned and his love making intensified.He went down and me and kissed my thighs and on my panty, it now had a moist spot over my vagina, he knew I wanted him and again pulled my panty. It was a tough call for me but I again stopped him and said please. I rolled out of bed and immediatelyslipped my feet into the satin mules at my bedside. Mother had made itabundantly clear that a sissy's feet never touched the floor unless theywere on heels. I went to the bathroom and did my morning femaletoilette, fervently wishing that my period would soon be over. Then Islipped off the negligee and the mules and for an instant stood only asa boy, except for the rollers in my hair and the lipstick still clingingto my lips. I looked fleetingly at my. She's a wild one. She's a typical white girl in the face, a typical, lackadaisical tart with dyed-black hair, red streaks throughout it, nose piercing, tongue piercing...and I know she's been giving him oral. You can't fake an oral smile when your son comes home after a late night of 'hanging' with his friends. Even so, I was not going to stand in his way. He needed to have sexual encounters, because that's what every growing boy needs, but that was also why we needed to have this talk.