" Sheila?" Yes we understand that you have forced your son to wear girl's clothesand live as a girl. And you even tried to get a doctor to recommend s...xchange hormones and your son resisted." I don't know who has been telling you these stories."At that moment Sheila walked into the hallway, "I'm Sheila. I'm a boy andmy mom keeps me in dresses and makes me take hormone shots." Now don't exaggerate Sheila dear. These people can see what a lovelygirl you are." I'm a boy. I have a penis. Do you. Anyone who can come up with that kind of analysis is never going to be a slave. Yeah maybe you might have fun with some sub tendencies but I can’t see you sinking into it. When I was her slave, I knew I didn’t have to worry about a thing. There was a weird kind of freedom in letting everything go... Everything — I let the world go. I can’t see you doing that.”“Is that why you got on with Candy? Seeing something in her you identified with?”“I’m not an intellectual Andy; how the fuck would I. I sat on the top step, my pretty shaven pussy just out of the water, glistening wet, inviting you to taste me. You bent down, kissing my bellybutton, pushing your sexy tongue in, and then licking down to my cunt. My body quivered under your tongue. You teased my clit, as your fingers parted my swollen lips, and slid your warm tongue down, tasting my sweetness, plunging deep inside of my tight young pussy. You curled your tongue around inside of me, feeling my heat. You sucked my lips, into your. I have decided to let it grow back, but only to about an inch in length. That's why I need the knit cap and the larger ball hat," I said."Someone said you were thinking about a tat for your scalp?" he asked."I thought about it, but I want my hair about an inch and that would hide the tat," I explained."I can concur with the short hair, the knit cap, and even the flat chested look, but the tat I would have had a problem with," he said."Well, it won't be an issue. By the way I'm not trying for a.