"Hi Bobby, this is Brent Miller from WTRB and I've just received a phone call from someone that says they saw you last night at a club, and-well-Bobby...-this is kinda tough to talk about but I'll just come out and say it, the caller said that you were in drag. Bobby, is that true?"Bobby's response was silence, without a word he hung up the phone.The phone rang off the wall for the next hour and a half and all Bobby could think about was the shame and dishonor he had brought to his family. Not to. Dylan's skin felt as though it was on fire and his entire body ached.Dylan fell to his hands and knees again, a high pitched scream escapinghis mouth as he watched his fingernails begin to extend, a glossy brightpink polish magically coating them. "This can't be happening!" he sobbedas his body began to convulse. "Make it stop!" he cried as he poundedhis small fists into the ground.Misty and the strange woman looked down as Dylan's shirt and shorts beganto meld together, his sleeves receding. I’ve read those chats. I never knew that I was frigid, or that I couldn’t give a blow job to save my life. Funny, I don’t remember hearing any complaints.”Shit, I thought, just how much did she read? I hoped that she hadn’t read... “And since when do you have to masturbate? When do you find the time, we’re fucking at least four nights a week!”“Um, um, it turns Lucy on to think that I masturbate to thoughts of her. I just say that for her benefit.”“So, you lie to your slut, too. Must be a. "Amber, it is the most wonderful feeling I've ever had. If you keep doing that, I'm going to come you know." Tell me before you do, okay?"Kevin nodded. I put his cock back in my mouth, moving my head again. Kevin pushed up as I pushed my head down. I relished the feeling of his cock gliding against my lips. My brother put his hands on my head, guiding me up and down."Oh God, I'm going to come!" Kevin said with a throaty groan.I began to lift my head to avoid his semen, but for some reason, I.