To support my friend I just went in and pointed out few mistakes in that girl’s idea and conversation ended when all stopped speaking further.Later ...that night I got a msg in whatsapp from an unknown number. message read like ” what i said was correct and (there was some explanations about the idea)”, quickly I went to my group and checked the number and found out that she is the same girl who was arguing with my friendOur conversation ( not exact words )me : ok, btw who are you ?She : Don’t. The lady though should be told everything."Prostana had to think on this then said, "Let's visit my home for a short rest. I will do what I can."We sealed up the base and then converted the rock to tar so that it would not come out. There were no people around but I wanted to make sure. We flew back in steps. A colcha had difficulty flying over five hours and we wanted Prostana to be rested when he arrived. Our own arrival was timed to coincide with Prostana's. This time we did not antagonise. She said she would help me to become a real girl and that I could come over to her house any time to dress up. After the food, I helped her wash and dry the dishes. We sat down and talked some more until it became dark outside. I had to go home but I didn't want to go back to being a boy. She told me I could keep the panties and bra and wear them underneath my clothing so I could feel a little more girly.When I got home I went straight to bed. I rubbed my legs together and ran my hands over my. (Photo 'blackmail' can accelerate things nicely)From an entirely personal space my big thing is control and domination, can't explain it, don't really question it, I just accept it and have, much later in life, done something about it!There is no bigger turn on for me than to see a once macho heterosexual male, made-up, appropriately dressed in her girly finest, on her knees fellating a large penis until it discharges, it's just unadulterated bliss to know I made it happen, the control and.