When you asked me if the dress code of the universitywould allow you to dress as Lisa, you were not afraid. When the waiter at the restaurantannounced... our engagement to everyone, you just sat there taking it all in with a smile. When I danced with you, I felt a woman in my arms, not a man. When I kissed you, not once, butseveral times, you reciprocated and kissed me back. You submitted to my advaces like any normalwoman would. Last night when I blew that kiss, when you went upstairs to change,. It?s so they can engage in sexual intercourse withgirls; it?s so they can procreate. If I have you castrated you willnever be able to have intercourse; never be a father. Makeup can bewashed off. Corsets can be taken off. All of the feminine things wehave done for you up until now are reversible. We could get rid of yourpretty new clothes and send you back to Parkworth. You could become aboy again if you wanted. But castration is irreversible. Melissa, onceyour testicles are removed. “Don’t turn it on, we don’t want to scare them away.” she whispered. “Who exactly?” I whispered as well, but Bonnie just flashed a smile and turned around. She led me through the maze of dark corridors. She stopped at a corner, took off her high heels and went along on her bare feet. I followed her in complete silence. There was a little hall after the corner, and a conference room behind a glass wall. That’s where our staff meeting took place every week. Even I had to take part on these,. You and he both now could watch the slow withdrawal…inch after inch of glistening dark cock shuttling out….your gripping orifice distorting as the flare of his glans prevented further movement…..And then we could all hear your muffled groans and moans as those strong hips thrust the fuck-column back inside….droplets of shiny juice dripping down from his shaft and your taut pink rim. The process was repeated with expert deliberateness until those inner sensations took hold of the man’s lust…He.