“I just want to help you.”“Well then, Fiona,” Leah continues, talking encouragingly. “We are going to need you to be open so that we can hel... you through this and accept your body for what it is.”“I will certainly try then,” the girl says with more certainty.“When was the last time you had a boyfriend?” the doctor asks, smiling friendly.“A couple years ago, before the change started,” Fiona answers but only after a brief pause.“Did you have sex with him?”Fiona opens her mouth to speak, but no. Except one. This one was for my home city. Yes. There it was, a phone number for a 'gay centre' in the place I was born and lived...Placing that call was one of the scariest and yet most liberating things I have ever done in my life. I still, to this day, recall almost every word:"Hello. Gay switchboard, I'm Mark, can I help you?" Silence ensued...."I'm Mark, and I'd really like to listen and help if I can" The gentle voice said."Err, I think I might be gay. No I know I'm gay"I'm gay too, it's. I became fully erect and allowed my tip of my cock to just graze the crack of her ass as I worked. The ylang-ylang became more pronounced in response to her body heat.It was time to move to the backs of her thighs. I spread more oil and began to work it into her skin, especially at the point where the inner tendons met her pussy. I did not touch it directly though. In massage, the more a part of the body is ignored, the more it craves to be touched. I let the tension build.I then “reconnected”. ” She slid a hand smoothly around my throat, placing me literally in her hands before stepping away. I knew better than to disobey, quickly standing and striping, laying my clothes down neatly before kneeling again a few seconds before she returned.“Tut tut, nearly took too long…” She examined the clothes critically. “And not even a good enough job to warrant it. Seems I’m going to have much to teach you tonight…”She paused to run the end of her whip down my back, as I desperately tried not.