...except later in life my growing need for men would emerge-a story for another time.The next morning, it was up and about as I got dressed and ready... to catchthe late morning train with others. I was a little sad as the breast formsthat I had been using were starting to cause a little rash, from tooo muchadhesive use. Oh I longed for the thought of having my own breasts....fulland perky as these forms provided. So it was necessary to use one of myother set of forms, but no adhesive that day.. What do you smell?”He opened the case that he had in his hand and followed my instructions. “Well, it’s a plastic smell. But the cases are made of plastic. They’re supposed to smell that way.”“You’re right, and Mr. Fuzzy has a highly developed sense of smell. At least as good as a bear. Don’t forget. He relies on all of his senses. And that includes smell. He can smell your pipe tobacco, your ivory soap, the mint in your toothpaste. That obnoxious plastic odor is something that he knows belongs. " I thought you just told me that you weren't dumping me." I'm not! What made you bring that up?" Well, that's the reason I wanted to know if you had the shot. Because if you had gotten pregnant, and we were still going to be together, then it'd be my problem, too, wouldn't it?"Oh, wow. He'd do that? I was thunderstruck. And I really am twenty different kinds of idiot, for doubting this for a second.Before I had time to process that, we were at his house. He led me onto the living room couch.. Just get up on the bed you know your sissy cunt needs to get destroyed like I just destroyed your fucking whore throat.”“Yes, Master.”I crawl up on the bed, get on my knees, place my face onto the mattress and scoot my sissy ass back to the edge of the bed, hoping my cunt is the right position for Master’s cock to enter my sissy gurl cunt properly. I hear Master pop another can of beer.“Well, slut I see you can get some things right. I see you have the dildo in your boi cunt like I told you to..