“You’ve just bought a dress.”Nod.“It shows a lot of cleavage, doesn’t it?”“Yes.”“It shows more cleavage than your other dresses, doe...sn’t it?”“Yes.”“Tell me how much cleavage it shows.”“It shows a lot of cleavage.”“Tell me where it ends.”“Slightly above my nipples.”“Your bust is sexy, isn’t it?”I’d gotten to “bust” through some trial and error. Boobs, tits, breasts, even bosom—no go. But for some reason, bust was fine.She’d say nipple, but me saying “bosom” woke her up. I didn’t understand my. So, there I was, in The Turret in my skimpy running shorts and muscle-t, drinking a beer, and realizing that the way I dressed didn't stand out anywhere near as much as I feared. This being said, I got attention as soon as I walked in. The Turret was populated by the older, established gay crowd, and here I was: a 17 year old newbie...'fresh meat', as the door man said, winked, and let me in (I didn't have to 'pay' anything extra...although, I was a little disappointed in this I have to. It doesn’t matter anymore. I still harbour the same feelings for you, since I first saw you, but I am a girl now, and you will need a man to satisfy you.” “You don’t understand. Do you think that I can only love a man? You are still but a child, my dear. There is much you have to learn about us. It is true that when you were a man I would have preferred you as a troll. But my desires have not diminished. You rival the most beautiful of our kind. Your yellow hair will be the envy of all nymphs,. Unfortunately I did not, but I did have an idea or two. I led her to an old barn on my parent’s property. In the loft I kept a sleeping bag , and as I rolled it out I could already detect Celia’s breathing growing quicker. We locked lips and laid down on the sleeping bag. I swear I was falling in Love with this beautiful young girl and I was on fire. I quickly climbed out of my clothes. Celia took her shirt and bra of and I immediately began sucking at her pencil eraser like nipples, sometimes.