I do miss him, but then life goes on doesn’t it.”“A pussy trainer? Am I right in thinking that that is a bit rude, naughty even, and nothing to ...do with cats?” “Silly boy! No, it’s nothing to do with cats. Also, I don’t think it’s rude or even naughty Rob. Don’t you have oral sex with your wife?”My turn to blush!“Umm yes, every now and again I guess, but a pussy trainer? How does that work?” I just had to ask.’“Come on naughty boy, I’ll show you.” And we went down the hall into the room.I had an. The Wookiee leaned close to my ear and whispered, “We just love your big, firm tits, ma’am, and it would be even better if we could feel them in the flesh. May I unzip your costume?”I was starting to get turned on and my pussy was very wet. I decided right then to let the boys have their way with me. The taboo idea of being fucked by those teenagers was very arousing. I thought it was cute that the boys were being so polite, even while trying to seduce me.I decided to give them my approval to. When I rolled him to his back it was without effort. It was only when I began massaging his genitals he became someone agitated. Presently he was relaxed as ever and I was staring down at his hairy sheath, contemplating what I must do. ?Lick him, Kennel Bitch. Get him hard.? Tears welled up in my eyes as I bent down and licked the slight tip that was poking from his sheath. The dog jerked slightly and lifted his head and I had to calm him. Several licks later, and after he seemed. I remembered the experiment with my hair. I'd willed it to be blond, andit had lightened; when I wished it brown again, it had reverted to itsoriginal darker color. Were I to wish myself a shemale, rather than amale, would such a transformation be reversible as well--or would I beirrevocably and forever such a creature? How could I go to work as atranssexual? How could I explain myself to my family and friends? Howcould I go about the simplest of daily tasks, or even relieve my bladderor.