..well, the entire world.You see, I am what you would call unemployed. I live off the government. I know what you are thinking. I would love to have a... job, but currently the leaders of the world are not exactly in a position to give me total control of the planet. But I digress. So I am laying there in bed, my mind feeling more and more at odds with the world around me. Standing slowly, I began to slowly walk over to my dresser. pulling open the top drawer, I emptied it onto the floor. I did. When I told her that I was now used to it she said that she would bequite happy to turn me into a girl permanently, but that I must not tellanybody about it.All of which brings me to the situation that I now find myself in, whichis that I have now been feminised with no hope of being a real boy again,to a permanent life of emasculation.One day when I was just 9 year old I had a rash and swelling of mygenitals that left me with blisters and I was very frightened. My Mom wasnot the kind of lady. I don't know how much coffee they put away, but there's always someone who has a car and can take them. Not Julie, not yet. She has her license, a full license, in fact, so we're paying full insurance rates, but she's got to complete an as-yet-undetermined number of hours behind the wheel with mom or dad before we'll let her solo. I doubt we're going to let her have more than one friend in the car with her at first, either.We know Mary well enough by now that there's no need to keep up a. My eyes followed her hands as she rubbed her badonkadonk and hips.She cast a glance at me and asked, "What are you up to?"I reached up and held her by the arms. "I wanna eat your peach babe," I told her, "because I'm still hungry."She laughed and said nothing. I led her to the pillowed bed. She stretched out and shivered. After the heat of the shower, the bed sheet felt icy.I hovered above her and she took me in her arms. I kissed her forehead, eyes, cheeks, and lips. Then I proceeded to lick.