Yes, I said wrestling. I grew up during the best days of professional wrestling, the attitude era. Every wrestler was a great talker and could physica...ly and mentally intimidate an opponent into defeat before the match even started. My favorite wrestler, and my idol, was always Jeff Hardy, because I associated with him so well. He was an outcast, misunderstood and underestimated by many, until they challenged him and went toe to toe with him, that is. That was how I was growing up, shy and. We met up a week after her first message. I entered her house, and there was zero romance. She just dragged me into the bedroom the second I walked in. I hardly said a word before she pulled down my jeans and underwear. I thought I'd need a little foreplay first, with a whale like this, but I hadn't even noticed my cock was rock hard. She got on her knees and started sucking. It felt... incredible. Every girl who ever sucked my cock before this did it like they hated every second of it. This. I was still dumbfounded by the sight of this incredible beauty in the mirror. I surveyed my nude reflection more closely, admiring the soft curves and the angelic face that suggested just a hint of devilishness. "Well, missy," I said in my musical voice, "What do we do now?" Obviously, clothes were the first thing I needed to tackle. The question I needed to answer was which was potentially more embarrassing--To buy women's clothing in my male body, or to be seen in public as a woman wearing. But he didn’t. The room was silent apart from the dull inaudible hiss from the headphones that he wore. His laptop rested on the bed to his righthand side, while the screen showed two men. A young fair-headed guy, whom I observed very much resembled Tom, both in stature and appearance, was kneeling on the floor with his hands tied behind his back. An older, muscular man stood before him thrusting his thick cock in and out of his young captive’s mouth, the angry distended veins clearly visible.