Not even after all the super-heavy-duty hormonesshe's been prescribing me for months to force it -- they justdon't. And that's that.So no, honey, it ...sn't you. No way. Ruthie tells me your spermproduction is excellent. She's collected lots from you by now, fortesting, originally for testing, remember? Now she has millionsand millions of those little things of yours in those tubes andbeakers of hers. That's why she wanted you to keep coming back allthese months, to donate more. She. I’m just going to shave you. I told you I would next time you were here, remember?”I exhaled and nodded my head as my little penis disappeared inside me, hiding its head. I then felt her lather me with a foam from a can, sc**** the hair from my entire crotch with a razor, and wipe me clean with a hot wet towel, before patting me dry.The sensation of having all my hair removed down there was nakedness I could have never imagined. I could feel her warm breath as she worked. The shaved skin was so. After i had had my fill of photos i went back, but closed her legs together so she would have absolutely no idea anything had happened.We only had one more full day in Portugal and dad had to go out to return cars and the girls were having a goodbye visit to the beach. This was my last chance. I grabbed some of moms sleeping pills and dissolved them into a lemonade i brought her. Again it was just me and her on the sun loungers and she quickly fell asleep. This time i already had my Ipod and. I scampered downstairs at 2:59, set up the bed and then announced, “Instructor Mike, I am prepared and in position.”As I sat on the demeaning doggy bed, I took stock of who and what I was becoming. The frilly panties felt amazing, and I looked cute, but my masculinity was still rebelling against this new reality. It was a tug of war between my old hopes and dreams and the epiphany of White Cock Superiority, coupled with confusing feelings for Instructor Mike. The fear and uncertainty was.