"Obviously our first priority was the knife wound. The EMTs had alreadyintubated you so as to ensure you were able to receive oxygen into yourbody, b...t it wasn't as simple as just stitching the wound closed. Wediscovered there was some damage to your vocal chords, not extensive, butit did require surgical repair. Of course we had already been informedthat you are transgendered... I hope you don't mind that I took it uponmyself to do a little more in there than was strictly necessary, once. First a kiss; that was like a given. Then his left hand was on my right breast, squeezing, fondling in time with the flicking of his tongue in my mouth. My hands were around the back of his head, holding him to the kiss. Without warning, he took one of my hands and moved it to the front of his slacks. That caught me by surprise.I had never before touched the bulge in a boy's groin. I knew what it was, of course, because I'd seen enough porn films, but the sensation was new. I also knew that the. I couldn’t wait for sunrise and the return of my futa-dick.I shuddered, my pussy clenching about Deidre’s tongue. I moaned about her cock, sucking hard, slobbering on her big futa-pole. I squirmed on her, hard nipples rubbing in my belly, my small nubs caressing hers.“Ooh, yes, just make each other cum,” groaned Mom, her fingers reaching her brown bush, red-painted nails sliding through the dark forest of her curls.And then found her pussy.I shuddered, seeing her fingers slide through the thick. That way it onlylooks half as mind-numbingly ridiculous. Second, the fishnet stockings,possibly the most humiliating punishment yet, at least in terms oflooks. You can hardly bear to watch as they're fastened to your waistwith a garter belt. When you do feel the need to take in your newstyle, you are surprised to find no clamps anywhere you look. Good luckgetting out of this... And third, finally, the skirt is snaking up yourlegs. Even with your thin legs and hips, this thing is tight..