"Not unless I have sudden heart failure."That should have brought a smile to Andie, but she wasn't in a smiling mood. She wanted Joel to become one wi...th her. Soon. Very soon. She put her knee on the edge of the bed and then put her other leg over him. She situated so that was squatted on his stomach with his cock touching the crack of her butt. She was looking down at his face. "Take the nighty off for me, Joel." Oh no. Not yet. It's like second skin on you."Andie raised her body and slid back. I thought that would take care of it.But then there was that incident with Amanda.She's the seven-year-old daughter of one of the families down the street. Like all the kids around here -- well, like just about everybody, actually -- she liked Corky and he liked her. Sometimes I'd see him playing catch with her and some of her friends, or they'd all be waiting for the ice cream truck together.Then one day -- it was a Tuesday, I remember that clearly -- Corky had come home from school and said. After finishing my business, I looked at myself in the mirror. "You're beautiful the way you are, don't let anyone stand in your way."I strip down naked flinging all my clothes into the wash basket. Again I look into the mirror, showing the reflection of my body into it, with my perky breasts and pink nipples out in the open, finally being able to breathe after wearing a t-shirt all night. "Oh thank fuck" I start to pinch my nipples and fondle my own breasts. My nipples getting harder by the. Without that arousal it derives from its effeminacy and the girlie sensations of its pretty girlie clothes, it feels ashamed and filled with self-loathing. For, at the most, a few short hours it is able to delude itself, again, that it is a regular boy. But it’s not. The urge to dress up in stockings, pretty lingerie, high heels, skirts and to paint its face and nails will be back soon enough - as will that urge to masturbate. An experienced sissy owner knows this repetitive cycle and.