She looked hot.I was wearing a pair of khaki Dockers with shoes and socks and a nice three-button polo shirt in a deep blue color. I didn't realize it... but she had selected clothes for me and we matched.We came downstairs hand in hand smiling.Mom and Dad were down there and ready in their early spring church clothes. Mom did a little double take. "Charles, I don't think we got the memo." What memo?" They match!" Who? Oh!"Sunday School was nice with our friends there teasing me about wearing red.. I wanted to plead with him to reconsider but I knew that the decision had already been made. Sterling and I walked through the gate and headed for mom’s convertible.I opened the door of the BMW and turned to tell Tony thanks for trying. He was already across the street and into a fenced yard of another house. He held that gate open and hollered. “Yo comin or not?”I slammed the door closed, grinned and ran to him and hugged him. He snapped at me. “Git inna house ho. Don’t wan tha hood seein no. And I loved it. All I did was watch interracial porn and look at sissy images. I lived alone at this point so I started to put up pictures on my room. Pictures of big black cocks. Pictures of sissy white boys. My whole life became thinking about BBC. It was everywhere in my house. As I became more and more of a sissy and my mind and body transformed I became more ready to go to a gay bar and see if people thought I was hot or not. See if I could maybe flirt with a big black man like Andrea had.. We had been following the coastline of the great inland sea for some time after we left the city. I had seen several large fish in the sea. We circled lower, and lower. Bel said to me, the he folded his wings and dove towards the water.At the last moment, he snapped his wings out full, and reached into the water, pulling up a huge fish. He glided to the shore and landed. He looked at me, then at the sea. I hesitated, then I copied his example. I partially folded my wings, and dove at the sea..