I moaned and began to relax more, while I got more comfortable on his king sized bed. Then he stopped.Mike stood up and began to pull of his sweat pan...ts, then laid down on the bed. He had such a fit body. I couldn't believe how good he looked. He laid on his back in the same place that I was laying, and I knew what he wanted but was not sure if I could. I began to kiss on his chest and play with his nipples. Then I began to suck on his nipples. I could tell he liked it. I then reached down. "Why does he even like this?" I continued to complain while looking atmy reflection. It didn't make any sense to me at all. My newlyenlarged assets just looked like bloated, oversized marshmallows - notthat my previous size hadn't looked that way as well. It was morepronounced now that they were twice as big, making me feel faintlyembarrassed even alone in my room.Not knowing what else to do, I just sighed at the sight. They lookedweird and they got in the way a little more, but other than. When I grabbed her breasts, I could feel they were breast forms. I said, what the hell, but guessed what I would find between her legs. I could feel a cock and balls beneath her panties. I grabbed her by the throat and ripped off her blouse, and then pulled off her bra. His breast forms fell off with the bra, and he stood there in the skirt and panties. I said, so you’re a freak. Do you like this, or do they make you do this? He said, I’m really a girl inside. My parents are letting me. We met twice a week in his office, usually on Monday and Wednesday afternoons. He indoctrinated me with parables and I twisted them into stories. We were collaborating on the work, mostly by challenging each other’s perceptions. It was some of the most stimulating intellectual conversation I’d ever had.“So, what’s the lesson?” I asked.“For all their holiness, it isn’t the holy who do the work of God.”“Really? Look at that guy by the side of the road.” I talked and storyboarded at the same time.