It had been an exciting and terrifyingyear, both fearsome and liberating. He'd done well at it; even hisearly amateurish attempts to look like a femal... were quite successful,due to his naturally androgynous appearance. Over the year, hisconfidence and skill had increased, and by the end of the first sixmonths he'd felt completely confident appearing in public in almost anysituation, even social ones. At the end of the year he'd beendetermined to come out of the closet once and for all, declare. The next thing I knew, I was trailing behind her through the aisles of our neighborhood department store. She navigated the route through complicated walkways like a seasoned sailor, and we found ourselves at the boundary between Lingerie and Casual Apparel. On the right, mannequins stood guard wearing pretty dresses; on the left, they towered over us in garish underwear.Unfortunately, on this day, Sara's preferences put us on the right side of the aisle. She turned away from the bras and. The reward for me was worth the effort though and no toy could ever replace the sheer delight in having a living, massive cock buried in my ass.Then I started to stroke my cock while keeping the same actions going. It was impossible to do this at any pace, but that wasn’t a bad thing, I could feel every ridge of his cock as it slid in and out, a second anal orgasm was building and this time, it would be accompanied with an eruption of cum all over his stomach.His eyes were tight shut now, beads. I’d have to ask Nancy when I called on Wednesday to check and make sure she’d gone to the appointment.I decided to call Bethany because I hadn’t talked to her in a while. She was doing OK and when she asked how I was doing I sighed and described what had happened with Kara. Bethany was very concerned, but I reassured her that Kara was going to see Doctor Mercer. She urged me to call Nancy Blanchard on Wednesday and I said I’d already planned to do that. Bethany offered to come visit, but I told.