She circles her nipples with her fingers.I hear the car door open. It's her husband, I recognize him from the bar. He's smiling, thankfully.I move clo...er still. I can smell her now. Hot, musky, fresh like an apple mingled with the smell of salt water. She pulls her lips apart. Her middle finger circles the tight flesh around her clitoris. I zoom in on the shiny, engorged mound, now proud beneath her hood. "Taste," she whispers. Her husband starts snapping pictures.I lap up the juice on her. ." I said, "I...." I sat down on the bed with a lurch, and started trying notto cry, Bonnie sat down next to me and took both my hands between both ofhers, then placed them firmly in her lap. "That's all right,Alvin," she said. "I know. We all feel a little sad when we firstlose our virginity. But we soon learn there are compensations." She squeezed my hands sympathetically, and pressed them against hercrotch. She seemed not to notice. "I'm sure some of it wasenjoyable for you." Then. This lady had phoned him a minute or so before his departure to brief him on the latest developments and he had been able to assure the excited party that they would arrive shortly after the commencement of a re-enactment of an ancient sacrifice in which a young virgin was slaughtered to appease the Fertility Goddess and secure a good harvest.One or two of the more nervous ladies in the group had gone pale at the receipt of this titbit of information, but he was able to assure them that the. All I see is that I am getting tallerand putting on weight." I agree, but what happens if the accumulation of estrogen in your systemgoes the way I'm describing? What happens if your butt gets round andheavier? What happens if you start to develop breasts? What happens ifyour voice moves to an even higher register? Are you prepared to grow upand live your life as a woman? Would that be your goal?" No, no. That's not my goal. My goal is to keep up with my classmates.I was born male. I.