" This time Lisa's eyes welled up with tears.I found Gerald at the mall about mid morning - Tuesday, a school day, but what did a mind-controller care...about that.As I was striding up to him his face broke out with pleasure, "You did her - you stud!" Hiding my dislike I sat across from him and stole a fry. "Was it good?" He leaned over the table anxiously."It was better than I could ever have imagined." It was true after all.He sat back proud of himself, "Did I not tell you buddy? Old cunt is. That he knows he has no chance with me but that I should know. I ask him to repeat it. He says, I'm the most beautiful girl in the world. I smirk and kiss him. He is taken aback. Yet faces the new reality kissing me back. I jump on to him and he holds my tiny body up. He falls back on to the bed as we kiss passionately. A lot of tongue as young lovers often do. Looking back it was a very sloppy kiss but fun nonetheless. The bed being massive befitting a princess like me I go down and pull his. Alex set up drinks in the living room, flipping on the television, to drown out the noise from the back room.Sophia was staring at him. She did not flinch, as he screwed the metal nipple clamps on her. He turned them each three times, making her nipples turn a violent purple.He pulled the chain a little further down, giving her the balance she needed. Now standing on her feet, she instinctively spread her legs three inches apart.He walks over to the table, and picks up the slim handled riding. The contrast between the female teacher and the shemalestudents is stark. Our masculinity is hidden behind a shiny patina ofcosmetics, hormonally or surgically altered bodies, and gaudy, skimpyattire. We are girlier than most genetic girls, or GGs. The teacher'sfemininity is submerged by her middle aged slouch, dowdy hair cut, badmake up, lumpy body, and old, baggy clothes. None of the guys who paybig bucks for our trannie booties would even look at hers."Girls, I don't expect you to agree.