..don't stop."I was in a desperate, frantic state but she was in no hurry. She worked on me for a very long time. She finally made her way up to the... head. With a thumb on the front of the crown and a middle finger behind it, she applied an infinitesimal amount of pressure. "This is the frenulum," she said, "the mother of all sweet spots." With just the tiniest amount of increased pressure on that sensitive spot, my arms and shoulders began to shake. Indeed, I was trembling all over. She. It only takes me a few seconds to skim my jean skirt down over my hips, and then I’m standing there before you with the now-see through shirt, nipples straining against the fabric, and a tiny scrap of panties that I bought earlier this morning (before I happened upon the treasure of a picnic basket) You take a moment to examine me as I stand there before you, my hair plastered against my head, beads of water dripping down my face and off my shirt, a sly smile curving my lips. My fingers drift. Ironically I would get aroused at the thought that after my surgery I'dhave no alternative but to sit down every time I went to the toilet anddespite the splashing it still confirmed in my mind that I was female inevery physical respect and it wouldn't be so bad when I got the hang ofit. I mean it seemed so feminine, putting the seat down and squattingdown on it like any other woman would knowing I couldn't pee standing upany more unless I did it in the shower.However it didn't take very long. Curious, but patient, she waited for Max to finish up and come into the room.Max took the note from his sister and put it on the table without reading it. “I will get to that later, first, though, we need to deal with your obvious inability to do well at school. I don’t care how much class you miss sucking off the boys, or girls, you must keep your grades up or your Mom is going to suspect something. Over the arm of the couch, like last time!”Niki moved to bend over the couch, placing her arms.