"Dr. Mills raises her eyebrow at my comment and I know what's coming next. "What about the dreams you keep having? Are you still having the same one?"...I suddenly become interested in my shoes and quietly say, "Yeah." I seem to be having the same dream each night. I'm a teenage boy in high school who goes through MORFS and becomes a Hispanic girl. No one believes who I am, including my own mother, and I'm forced into a life of prostitution. There are so many things that are completely wrong with. ’Rick was now so confused by the conflicting emotions he was feeling as Chris held his hand against his cock. He felt afraid and excited as he felt Chris’s cock begin to stiffen under his fingers. I can’t do this he thought, it's too awful, and it's so embarrassing. The longer he allowed his fingers to stay rubbing Chris’s panties the more his excitement grew and his resistance began to fade. He closed his eyes once more and from somewhere he heard himself say, ‘OK, just this once.’Chris. “Mom’s going to make waffles for breakfast. Is it okay with you?” I said.“Yum! I love waffles. Can I help?” Kelly replied.I looked at Kelly, noticing the long denim skirt and bulky sweater she wore. The skirt buttoned from the waistband to the hem. I chuckled when I saw she was wearing her new hiking boots too.“Sure, you can cook the bacon while I make the batter.” Mom got up, heading for the counter so she could start breakfast.“Mom, will you teach me how to make the batter? I know how to cook. She wore her glasses which she only needed to read."Um Thomas." Yes." You know what day will be tomorrow." No." What!"She came closer and gave me a hug. Her breasts were pressed against my chest."Tomorrow is your birthday."She was right. I forgot my birthday."So how about if we go clubbing to celebrate your birthday?" Sounds good to me." Can't wait for it."And with that she moved out and i stared just on this masterpiece of an ass.A few hours later i was waiting in the den. She came down the.