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"On the next page, you'll see that they put you in a tanning chamber," Brandy looked up sharply as I said that. Her eyes flashed blue as she stared at me, eyes like her Dad's I thought. "Well that's what it looks like to me! You have to lie down with a sedative or something in you and they run these takes while you are out of it. Dreams is what they are really selling... ...I looked down to examine myself and saw I was wearing a dress, had two protruding mounds on my chest and felt long soft...

I was sobbing then as blackness enclosed around me. I could feel the imprint of Barton me but he wasn't there anymore. I had never felt despair like it before. The casket in which I had been lying opened. "Would you like a cold drink, Mike?" asked an earnest young man in a suit, clipboard in hand. Grant smiled at me. "it seems so real doesn't it?"

I had tried every possible word that I knew to release myself from the ordeal I was going through. Nothing worked. No word, no combination of words seemed to be correct. Days went by. I realized, as I was being taught to model and to be a young lady according to Devonhill's expectations, that I was really going to have to go through with this fashion show. I was going to have to attend the Black and White Ball in my diamond jewelry. LIke the other girls, I was going to meet a man and probably...

Why did it always have to start this way? Curse words flowed out of my mouth as I smelled the fetid swamp again. The young man, roped into the line in front of me, fell, dragging down a couple of the men in front of him and almost pulling me down as well. A tall, pointy-eared warrior appeared as if from nowhere from the foliage making a couple of the men, also pointy-eared and green-tinged like me, men whom I was roped to, jerk fearfully and retreat. Having been...

"On the next page, you'll see that they put you in a tanning chamber," Brandy looked up sharply as I said that. Her eyes flashed blue as she stared at me, eyes like her Dad's I thought. "Well that's what it looks like to me! You have to lie down with a sedative or something in you and they run these takes while you are out of it. Dreams is what they are really selling... ...I looked down to examine myself and saw I was wearing a dress, had two protruding mounds on my chest and felt long soft...

I was sobbing then as blackness enclosed around me. I could feel the imprint of Barton me but he wasn't there anymore. I had never felt despair like it before. The casket in which I had been lying opened. "Would you like a cold drink, Mike?" asked an earnest young man in a suit, clipboard in hand. Grant smiled at me. "it seems so real doesn't it?"

I had tried every possible word that I knew to release myself from the ordeal I was going through. Nothing worked. No word, no combination of words seemed to be correct. Days went by. I realized, as I was being taught to model and to be a young lady according to Devonhill's expectations, that I was really going to have to go through with this fashion show. I was going to have to attend the Black and White Ball in my diamond jewelry. LIke the other girls, I was going to meet a man and probably...

Why did it always have to start this way? Curse words flowed out of my mouth as I smelled the fetid swamp again. The young man, roped into the line in front of me, fell, dragging down a couple of the men in front of him and almost pulling me down as well. A tall, pointy-eared warrior appeared as if from nowhere from the foliage making a couple of the men, also pointy-eared and green-tinged like me, men whom I was roped to, jerk fearfully and retreat. Having been...

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"Thanks, Ed. But hear me out first. I was always what my father called a sissy, a fairy. That was so hurtful. He tried to beat it out of me so Mommy left him. We moved here thinking I might not be so different living in a big city where nobody knows the truth about me. Being forced to live as a boy made me terribly sad. After a scene with my father, I tried to ....I slit my wrists."She paused to show me the barely faded scars.

"Thanks, Ed. But hear me out first. I was always what my father called a sissy, a fairy. That was so hurtful. He tried to beat it out of me so Mommy left him. We moved here thinking I might not be so different living in a big city where nobody knows the truth about me." "Being forced to live as a boy made me terribly sad. After a scene with my father, I tried to ....I slit my wrists." She paused to show me the barely faded scars. "That's when Mommy took me by to...

"I wanted you from the first time I saw you. In this kind of relationship you are sissy and I am butch." "Sort of you Tarzan and me Jane?" I interrupted. "Exactly Jane, now just follow my lead and I will teach you what you need to know." And teach me she did. She taught me how to perform oral sex on her. I liked her assertive manner and felt safe and secure in her arms. I had passed thru a doorway into a feminine world. It was an exciting and an erotic world. One that obviously I as a man...