I was sitting at my desk, hunched over and staring at the pile of papers around me and feeling tired. Feeling exhausted physically, but even more so e...otionally. I looked up for a moment, forming a half smile as a cute young guy whom I'd seen around walked past. Then I sighed, wondering again just what it was that I was thinking, that I couldn't like guys. I was a guy. However, as I looked down at myself, I scowled, "You sure don't look it," I muttered. Having my sexual orientation changing. The porno cable channel was showing a movie of bondage and discipline. A young blonde was bound and being tortured by a vicious redhead who forced the younger woman to perform cunnilingus on her."How good are you at fucking other women?" he asked, looking up."I... I don't know... I've never..." Well, I think we're gonna find out, say tomorrow night." Please... I don't think I can..." What did you say cunt?" he asked, the threat menacing."I... whatever you want," she replied, all trace of hope. Look at you! Oh my you are hot and botheredand you can't deny it. You are coming out of your shell, my child. Youreally are becoming my daughter, right in front of my eyes."Just then, my mom started to cry a little bit. "I always knew that youwere my little girl, but of course I would never have pushed that uponyou. I was proud of you for trying hard to be like a man, and it hurt meto see you play that losing battle. This woman (Ms. Jennifer) has helpedyou become who you are, Beth. I am so. Our make out session went on hot and heavy with heavy kissing, her hand rubbing my now hard cock. One of my hands on her breast and the other trying to get into her pants. Her pants were button fly. The tightness of her jeans made undoing the buttons tough. I finally reached a now slick pussy. At this point Angie stopped everything and asked me to wait here. I thought I had gone too far. No, she got up and locked the door and returned to me sitting on the couch with my shirt off and a very hard.