Hand still in place, I roll over to my side, and you latch onto my right breast for a moment, sucking hard on it while I continue playing down below. ..._~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~_~ You let go, and I let my fingers slip out of me. I bring them up to my mouth, in an attempt to lick them clean, but you stop me. Then you throw off the sheet to expose your hard shaft pointing towards the ceiling. I reach down to grab it with my self-slickened hand, then think better and instead swing my legs underneath me. As. They were human. That was the problem, as His Grace saw it. The buildings were constructed exactly as humans would do so. Exactly, in fact, as the Polish built them. No special flourishes which indicated some aspect of their culture, no design which would cause a Pole to give a home a second look if it was transported back to Nowy Warsaw. It was as if, one day, the Kikker had gone from living in the ponds and rivers to living in human homes. As they rode down the central street, Felek saw it. Each time she came to an interesting section, her lips and tongue traced their way along the dildo. The rubber cock in her mouth felt strange to her. By imagining it was real, she could almost enjoy it. By the time she was almost through with the book, she wasn't sure she'd enjoy sucking cock as much as she had expected. She hoped the real thing tasted better.As she read, her legs drew up and spread wide. Her dress fell down to her belly. Her cunt, with the dildo strapped inside it, was plainly. He had appeared to become resigned to his inevitable fate, and soon he was behaving like any typical working girl.As the year passed by, I kept on forgetting that Trent was ever a boy. I couldn't even remember what he looked like as a guy. I'm sure he had forgotten his old identity as well.One day in winter, Trent asked me if I would write a college recommendation for him. I guess this meant that he would be applying to college as a girl, which meant that after college he would have to apply.