Ven though I was a football lineman in high school and then at a smallcollege, I always knew I had an urge for womens clothes and beingsubmissive. I ...ecall having thoughts of being in a cage in my parentsback yard as my friends played hide and seek. I used to snitch stuff andthen go into the woods to an abandon house to dress up. The risk of beingfound and used was such a rush.But there was one Halloween - I was probably 16 or 17, I mustered up thecourage to go out trick or treating. My. Twenty to go.“Jesus,” he muttered. “I’m so sick of sucking cock.” Technically not true: what he hated was the effort involved in getting cock in his mouth. Sucking cock, he liked.He’d never sucked a boy before September 4th. Not that he didn’t want to. But discovering this strange ability over the summer put that desire in reach. Giddy with excitement, he’d made a pact with his higher power to repay the gift by sucking 100 freshman boys in 100 days. In truth, the freshman decision came later.. .. even FEELeverything in much more detail. I could even the life and emotions of thetrees around me, telling me that they were all my friends.I took a deep breath and smiled, feeling much better. Then I looked downat myself, seeing the pert and firm breasts on my chest. Every inch of mybody now looked female, from my curves to the vagina. Of course, I was alsonow only 4 and a half feet tall, more than a foot shorter than what I hadbeen... and entirely green. My pubic hair looked a bit like. My eyebrows were perfect. They were thin and completely matched my hair color. My hair ... My hair was darker than before. It was more lustrous, full-bodied and hung down almost to the small of my back. As I ran my hands through it, I noticed what looked like blue streaks in it. I didn’t think there was a hairstylist alive that could do my hair like it is at this point.I stepped back from the mirror and looked down at my body. My breasts had increased in size. My brain brought memories forward.