"Why haven't you called me?" That response took a lot longer."Why were you so mean to me?" she asked still not making eye contact."What do you mean?" ...The other night. You were mean to me. I asked you not to do it no more but you kept doing it. I asked you to stop because you were hurting me but you didn't."I sighed. I can't believe she still thinks it was only me.Fifteen guys fucked her nonstop for over six hours and she has no clue what happened. She can't possibly be that naive to really. She studied me for a minute and began to smile. It was a glad smile,the smile of the poor when they get an unexpected gift. "Not in theslightest bit."I sat, deep in thought. The fire, the devil-may-care look in Sara'seyes. Her live-in-the-moment tenacious attitude."What do you want me to do." I asked, wonderingly.There was a wet look in Stargirl's eyes. "I've seen star's born in fiery explosions, but nothing compares to seeing the re-birth ofsomething like this." She got up, came over and gave. She never knew I was there ….oh god….that feels so good! Do it again…oh !!!”“Who was next?”“Phillip. I met him in his restaurant after closing time. He undressed me….ooohhhh….. and tied me up with my own bra….ahhh! Then he….uhhhh…. yes, fuck, yes….ahhhhh….then he smeared food all over my body and licked me clean…sprayed cum on my dinner and fed it to me .”“Damn, baby. You never cease to amaze me. Did he fuck you after that?”Amanda was now gently rocking her body back and forth to meet. An ankle chain, severaljangly bangles, big hooped earrings and a necklace with the word "slut" onit.Strangely, I looked around and there was no wig. I looked in the mirror andrealised how ridiculous I looked. From the ground up, I looked veryfeminine and like a slut, going up to my heavily made up face. But the lackof a wig combined with my short boyish hair cut left you in no doubt that Iwas a male. A simpering feminised sissy male. I knew I had to go downstairsand face the ridicule.I decided.