Several questions came to mind, was I gay? Did I actuallywant to be a woman? Why did I want to do this? I arrived at the addressand parked in the rear.... I grabbed my bag and entered the store. Ientered what appeared to be a high end women's boutique. There wereracks of fancy clothes, shoes, a wall of wigs, and a makeup counter witha small alcove containing a barber's chair facing a mirror. I wasgreeted by a handsome woman who called herself Patrice. She was astately woman, very attractive for. She was wearing a tight salwar kameez and dupatta. Though we didn’t know each other very well, Radika was keen to have conversation with me and was very friendly. I liked that attention as it let her come close to me giving an opportunity for me to smell her sexy body. Weather was a cloudy and bit on and off raining making it romantic day. They got into some work planning craft activities. Meantime, my wife got a call and had to rush to the club. When I went to living hall, I saw Radika just. The bricks of the building was scrapping the skin off of my arms and knees as he pushed his shaft into my resisting bung hole. Crying and begging for him not to, was an act in uselessness, in order to keep from scrapping the hide off of me I stopped fighting and succumbed to his assault. With an audible pop his penis slid into my anus causing me to cry out in agonizing pain.In triumph he cried out '...I'm in, I'm in his ass...' Yes he was correct, half his penis was buried in my bung and he was. Judy and I chatted nonstop during lunch which made me feel much better. Thank God for Judy.After school I trudged to the office supply store where I worked -- where I unofficially worked anyway. Mr. Walters made it clear to me when I first asked him for a job that a person needs to be sixteen to legally work. But I needed money for things that my grandparents' trust didn't pay for. So the day after Mr. Walters turned me down I wore the shortest skirt I had and asked him again. I even fluttered.