1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    that huge cock that had ravaged my asshole on Saturday. We were two Lesbians bent on the taste and feel of each other's pussies on our tongues! I shook all over at the sheer a****l lust of it, and then I felt the warmth of my semen as it spurted from the tip of my penis, and ran over my hand. I shuddered deep inside with my orgasm. It took a few moments to catch my breath afterward. I finished my rinse, and stepped from the shower to towel off. Margo knocked at the door. &#034Are you going to be in there all morning?&#034 she asked urgently. &#034Breakfast is ready, you have to go to work, and I have to pee!&#034 I unlatched the door, and she headed straight to a seat on the toilet while I wrapped my pink terry-cloth robe about me. I tucked my now soft penis between my legs, and went into the kitchen for breakfast. It was the start of just another normal day, or was it? Margo and I talked about my seeing Tina's doctor over breakfast. She was supportive, but not overly excited about it. &#034If that's what you want, Bobbi,&#034 she admonished me, &#034then do it, but it's not as easy as it sounds. What Tina had done to her breasts with the silicone implants is simple, but a full sex-change like you seem to want is a big step. Just make sure you are making the right decision. There's no turning back once you have your cock cut off!&#034 Margo's last sentence hit me harder than I would have expected it should have. I did want to be rid of my penis, but in those terms, the idea ...
    was a shock. I assured her that I would consider things very carefully before I made the final and irrevocable decision. I knew it was what I wanted, but there was time to think about it anyway. After breakfast, I went to my room to dress for work. This was always my least favorite part of the day. I hated dressing as a man each morning. The men's clothes that I wore might be the most effeminate I could find, but they were still men's clothes. They just reminded me all the more that I was not yet as much a woman as I wanted to be. At least I did not have to wear a suit in my job as a stockboy. I slipped out of my robe with a sigh, and prepared to get into my male costume for the daily masquerade. I started with a pair of blue lace panties. I might have to wear men's outer garments, but my underwear was strictly female. I tucked my penis back into my crotch between my legs, so that I could still feel as female as possible no matter what I looked like outwardly. I topped my panties with a blue camisole. Dressed that way, I still looked very feminine, and I liked that. I slipped a pair of light-blue socks on my feet, and started on the clothing that made me look like a passable, although very effeminate, boy. I pulled on a pair of very tight jeans. They still had a very male fly and zipper, but I had stitched the crotch up a little higher than any male trousers, and tapered the legs. They hugged every curve I had. I pulled a lightweight, grey, crew-necked sweater over my head for ...
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