And he was in no position tohave me live with him so that road went nowhere. My aunt Alice would beno help either since she was already a willing part...cipant in my femininetransition. Talking to Mom didn't seem to hold much promise either. Imean after all she was the one who placed me in this feminine situation.She was the one who coerced me to enroll in Mount St. Mary's even thoughshe would say it was my free choice. Yeah, sure it was. So what elsecould I do but to accept my fate and deal with. “No,” I said, “Now you. I basically asked you the same questions, agreed?” (she nodded) “Well, I’m not spilling MY soul without hearing word one from you.”“No, you answer everything first.” She said firmly.I looked down at the sheet and got up and headed to the door saying, “You’re obviously playing some sort of game here to emasculate me, have a little fun at my expense while you satisfy your urges.” I said pissed off that I even came up and then let her toy with me.“No, that’s not it at all!”. It was at least a start, so to speak.“Can I tell you something?” I asked.Now she looked wary.“Okay,” she said.“You have a cute face. Your tits are to die for. You have a great ass, but most of all you have a great personality. You’re not as mean as a lot of girls. You’re funny, and interesting. You’re even pretty smart. It’s a great package, Cat, and a lot of guys wish they could unwrap it.”“Have they said that to you?” she asked, her voice high.“Of course not. They know I’d kill them if they. "Heh," Marie grinned sheepishly. "I can, like, feel the heat of it. It's like I could toast a marshmallow."Lissa giggled in response, and mimed holding out a stick toward a campfire, with Frank's tumescent pink log playing the staring role of "fire."Marie reached out, once again, trying to appear confident, but she was still moving to try to measure the side of the man's cock, awkwardly."Measure along the top, Marie," Denise suggested.Lissa was leaning in close too, to get a good view, but I.