"Let me ask you something. Are you unhappy living as Heather? I knowyou aren't satisfied with your physical appearance, but the question mustgo beyo...d your looks. If, in your heart, you are unhappy livingHeather's life, the answer is yes. We can look at what it would take toteach you how to be a man again."It would take hours and hours of therapy and lots of hard work, toretrain your old life. Have you thought what your life would be like ifyou returned to looking and acting like a man? . He dealt with her in his customary fashion, briefly teasing her pussy lips and hair and then parting them and penetrating her vagina to fuck her with vigour, ejaculating hot water just like cum when his balls were squeezed. Em loved him for that. She always came hotly and shouted loudly to match. At eight-thirty Em, briefly satisfied, dressed in a sports bra and lycra shorts for her massage and put the lovely thick robe she found in the walk-in wardrobe over them. She poured herself another. After an hour of back and forth I settled for one advanced class and would consider a few more the next year. My parents agreed and I was bumped into a different math class for the remainder of the year.You should have seen the faces of the other students as I walked into my first day of the advanced class. These were honor students and, although I was cool with them in the hall, they didn’t seem to be very excited to see me there. No one except for the Three Amigos. Those guys were pumped that. The click of the key card. The light flashing green as you push on the door handle and slip into the dimly lit darkness with baited breath. Curtains partially drawn, fractured light spilling into the boutique room, a domineering bed taking centre stage alongside dark wood furniture and ruby red furnishings. The drum of his fingers upon the leather bound chair grabs your attention, a delicious curl of your glossed lips as you lay eyes upon him. His eyes find yours, all consuming within seconds,.