Luckily, I was going on one of those airlines (don't say which) that hands out free drinks during the entire flight. I don't drink alcohol, so I stick... to juices. And since everything is free, I'm not the only one getting refills. I'm sitting next to a german who kept drinking incredible amounts of vodka and got more and more talkative - and unintelligible - with time.Anyway, what goes in, must come out. Sadly, I wasn't the only one feeling that urge: There was a long queue already forming in. "Barbara was walking around the room looking at 'my' pictures. She said,"Rachel, in some of these you are in baby clothes. You look so cute!"Oh shoot! I looked at Sylvia with that "you didn't" look and shestarted to giggle! Rita looked at the pictures closer and startedgiggling as well. Then Barbara started laughing and soon we were alllaughing!Sylvia looked at me and said, "Well Angel, are you going to do theintroductions or should I just introduce myself?" OOPS!I did the introductions and. Over the weekends I would buy a selection of clothes and continued to dress until I improved. But still, there was not difference, no matter what I brought. I was still a boy in a dress.When puberty eventually did set it, I ceased these efforts in a fit of depression. Hair was growing all over uncontrollably and I didn't think to shave it off. My voice, however, did not break-which I felt was an advantage. In this time, I became more interested in the occult- not the most appropriate subject. He spread my legs wider, then I felt him put his cock against my lips. I felt it part my lips and enter me, I tried crawling away from it, but he held my hips tightly and he began fucking me in that position. It felt like it was going to go clear through me at times. I was moaning, gasping, making noises I'd never heard before as he fucked me. I could barely hear him telling me how good it was, and what a sweet little bitch I was, I began feeling my body start quivering, shaking, I felt like I.