"Well, I understand how you feel, better than you might imagine," she told me. "You see, I have those same feelings, too."I looked at her in shock! "W...hat do you mean?" I mean that I get turned on by pain, by humiliation," she told me. "When I was your age, I wasn't nearly as smart as you, and I made all the mistakes that you are worried about making. If your father hadn't rescued me, I probably would have ended up in a really bad way. But because I've lived through it, I understand exactly how. ...Imagine that! Then a pop-up window from a local cross dressing friend who I'd met one other time came up......."I want to see you tonight!"I started to say I couldn't but my friend told me to answer him. We both looked at his profile and she commented how cute he was. We chatted a little then he asked if he could come over. She told me it was alright with her.....we had both been drinking at our local bar and being a little drunk and horny I told him where I lived.It only took 10 minutes. Maybe if I didn’t do all these things even I might have been married and have a happy life like them. As I was sitting and thinking I noticed one guy who was sitting on bench opposite to me was staring at my boobs. I wore my jacket to make him stop. I gave an angry stare at him and he looked away. His wife came and both of them went away. This made me feel happy that I am not married, at least I don’t have to worry about my husband cheating on me. I got up and went home.Sakshi woke up, by the. And I’m sure the last thing Mom wanted to hear about her daughter was that she grew a 7-inch cock in the shower this morning and spurted jizz all over herself. I sighed. I figure I should call Mom anyway; it’d been two weeks since the last time and I’m sure she was wondering how I liked real-life school. I pulled the towel out from around me, put on a pair of cotton boyshorts and pulled on a tight but long, white t-shirt from that I’d brought from home that I liked to sleep in sometimes. It was.