The bullying stopped. I played rugby and hated it but saw it as a way of conforming. At 12 I began to masturbate but always to the idea of dominant ma...es. I began to believe that the only way they would even consider me as a sexual partner would be if I appeared to be female. So I started to wear my mother's clothes and soon began to love girdles and suspender belts and stockings. Best of all was her wedding dress...I saw myself as a bride to a commanding uniformed guy and this remained my. It wasn?t till thoselast few dribbles did I get another taste of Annabel?s delicacy, as shegave her all straight down my opened throat. Lying back completelyspent, eyes closed, still breathing deeply, I?m sure I could all but seeand hear her heart beating just as vigorously, her hands back gentlycaressing over two sensitive nipples, which in turn have deflated some.Not wanting to disturb her from any sweet dream she is having I layquietly beside, letting a hand stroke lightly over Annabel?s. ” I smiled to myself as I began to put it on under my coat, making sure it was hidden. Once I was happy with the fit I crept up to the house, making sure I could not be seen from the window. “You’re so big! You belong in my ass!” A voice that was unmistakeably Alex’s, rang out from the house. I covered my mouth with my hand, stifling a giggle as I heard more profanities coming from inside. I couldn’t wait anymore, I moved over to the door, gripping the doorknob with my hand. Pushing the door. She has acted unacceptably in Tim’s eyes, but what is worse is she now acknowledges that her behavior is unacceptable to her. Tim does need to help her lose all these behaviors to be the person she so wants to be. Not only wonderful in Tim’s eyes, but stretching toward perfect in her own.Tim leaves her there for over a half-hour to reflect on things. Abbie hears him moving around some, in and out of the room but dares not turn around. And, deep in her reflections, she can’t really.Finally,.