She would just laugh at me and remind me that she was an old married lady, but I sensed that she would eventually cave if I just kept after her.One ni...ght I was sitting at the bar watching Bea's fine ass wiggle as she walked back and forth behind the bar when the back door opens and in walks a wet dream; long black hair, sparkling green eyes, and a body that most women would kill for. This vision walks to the end of the bar, sits down on the stool next to me, gives me a thousand-watt smile and. I settle into my armchair and admire her long blonde hair. It has just enough wave to give it a flowing texture as it cascades over her shoulders from underneath the straps of the gag that's holding her mouth permanently open for my pleasure. At first, I thought I would show some compassion by leaving the rubber plug out of the metal shower drain that's wrapped with electrical tape and jammed between her teeth. But I couldn't afford to let her complaints wake the people in the rooms below my. I gripped the side of his head with two hands and drewthe back of his head deep into the cleavage of my bra. I wanted him tofeel my sex. I wanted him to grow hot with desire for whatever I wasabout to do to him. I had no desire, at this time, to let him know I knewabout his proclivities. That was his fetish. I wanted to show him,without him thinking I was pandering, a fem side that he did not know hehad. I wanted him to think that this new activity was all my idea andthat he should find out. That I don't want to be aboy or that no one would ever believe I wasn't a girl. Like you I wish Ihad a choice. I wish I could have been given the life you have or anormal one like any other boy. I am a female now. Some of you will bejealous that I am physically enough like a girl that I bleed once amonth, but that is just because my mother was that involved in my body.That by a twist of her will or fate that I developed as intersex enoughto have both sex organs. It will be something I will.