I could easily reach out with my hands and snap his neck in an instance. I could also enwrap my strong fingers around his throat, crushing his larynx,...slowly squeezing his precious life from his body. Unfortunately, no matter how close he stands near me or lies close to me in bed, my arms will not move. I am but a mere prisoner in my own corpse, staring out through glassy eyes but unable to will any action into my own dead limbs. Call for me and I will walk, ask me a question and I will talk,. " Is this what you feel like, Em? Tell me, do you feel like you're a doll,or a person?"Emily didn't reply."If being natural was so important, you'd be still trapped in a boy'sbody. But you aren't. You are who you are because you grabbed your fateand pulled it another way. You changed a body you hated into another youlike. Are you artificial? If you are, somebody with prosthetics is too.Does this make you fake? I don't think so. Emily is now in plain sightfor everyone. You're as true as. Me- are me to mazak kar rahi hun.Me feel kar rahi thi me jitni bar gear change kar rahi thi debasis ne apna jangh hamesha gear ko satake beth tat ha. Phir me use mark karne lagi to mujhe pata chala wo mere chuchi ko ghur raha tha jab hamare akhe milta tha to wo has deta tha. Ese hi chal raha tha .phir achanak debasis me mere kandhe ke upar appna hat rakhdiya jab mene usko dekha to wo muskuradiya. Phir mene bhi muskura diya . abb uska hosla or badhgaya. To dhire dhire mere kamar tak chala gaya. His manly hand was stroking my back lovingly. He ran his hand through my hair and told me I was beautiful. Just then he grabbed his athletic shorts and pulled them down. His erection was still strong. “Take off my boxers.” He commanded. I pulled them down wary of his cock and let them drop to the ground. His cock was beautiful. It was about 7 inches long. He grabbed my butt a second time. I reached for his hairy ass and grabbed it. He then grabbed my hand and guided it toward his throbbing.