When Alana awoke, the sky was just beginning to lighten up a bit. There were still a few stars shining in the rich blue that was no longer night, but ...they were waning against the slow, steady brightening beyond the horizon. Alana stretched as she stood up and then shivered now that she was no longer wrapped in the heavy fur she had been offered as bedding. Despite the goose pimples and shivering dampness, she stared down at the fur wrap with disdain, wrinkling her nose as she once again noticed. They both diagnosed mewith OCD and said that my reasons for crossdressing was that myoveractive brain was telling me to crossdress for some reason. At firstI believed them, but then I realized it was a lot of bullshit, sincethere was no reason for my brain to be telling me to do something asrandom as crossdressing. I concluded that it was a personal choice but Icontinued taking my meds over the next few months. They obviously didn'thelp because I eventually went as far as to shave myself. I screamed out for him to take it easy Chris just growled back, 'take this dick. Just like the dick whoa you are'. I fell forward and stretched out my legs, Chris fell with me and captured me in his arms. I could not break his grasp. With the savageness of a man possessed, Chris rammed and slammed his cock into my prostate body. Moving his legs between mine, he kept me from closing them, preventing him deeper entry. The viciousness of his assault caught me totally by surprise and un prepared. Again she was smiling.“Come on now, women go in there too sometimes,” I said. “Maybe not more than one a day, but they go in. You could be today’s woman.”“If I go will you buy me a toy?” she said in a little girl voice.“I’ll buy you any toy you want.” “And when we get back home will you teach me how to use it, mister?” she added.“Okay, that does it. Get in the car. We’re going to town!I think my guess that Chris had never been in a sex shop was right because when we pulled up to the front she.