What a great night that was……………the night I found out she was a shemale!I fantasized about Anna all the time, yet nothing from her. It was ...ur secret, and I dare not blow it with her.Finally one Friday Anna walked by and said she needed part of her wooden fence repaired, I told her I would be there first thing in the morning. I got there early, Anna greeted me at the door wearing a short skirt and red top, smiling, all the stuff you need is on the back. She gave me a quick kiss and let me. The last thing I remembered hearing before I passed out from painwas my shrill shrieks of agony.When I came to I was laid on the floor - a whimpering, quivering messthat had wet himself - with the prison guards guffawing at my expense andMiss Stevens glaring down at me like a demon in a dress."What did I tell you, Josh?" she spoke, each word piercing my mind likean icicle. Suddenly I didn't feel so clever exploiting her phrasinganymore. The extent of my arrogance and stupidity had begun to sink. Well, so did I, so I guess we got along for a while just on the basis that neither one of us could get enough. Now I assumed that this obsession for sex was not new. She hadn't just now discovered dick and couldn't get enough of me. Then I started hearing rumors. One guy I knew confided in me that when he was in the state college with her, she was known to prowl the campus at night looking to get pounded. Another friend told me that she tended to get kind of crazy over some guy that was. " You're going to encounter a lot of opposition," warned Valentine. "The mood in this country is still pretty conservative and people don't like to upset the status quo. How are you going to do it?" Well, the first thing I would like to do is go on television tonight. I would like the chief speech writer to sit in on the Cabinet meeting this morning, and I would like to meet with him or her after the meeting is over. We must keep the people informed about what we are doing. Our political system.