As I sat there waiting for the kettle to boil, Sarah came into thekitchen."John, you know that when you dress as a girl, you need to have a newname. ...We can't go round calling you John. I think it would beempowering for you, on becoming a girl, to choose your own name."A normal guy, determined to hold on to his masculinity, who found himselfdressed like me might have noticed how Sarah had stated "When you dressas a girl" where such a guy might have said "If you dress as a girl." Hemight also. I was putty, ready and willing to have his hands on me. I wanted this so much, even if I didn’t exactly know what or why, it just felt so good. Things got a little blurry. Was it a minute? Could it of been an hour? I was completely and totally lost in the moment and his magical mouth. When I came, it was better than I had ever experienced before, leaving me feeling weak and spent. It was such a special and addictive feeling.* My first, amazing, cock. It wasn’t long before I was back in his. ‘Not so fast,’ you said as you smiled at my impatience. Normally, I would have had a snappy come back for that kind of playful rebuke, but all I could say was something about happily letting you take the lead. You were changing me already. From that moment on, you were the boss. Maybe not the boss, but certainly in charge. That doesn’t really sound right either. I just always felt safe with you. You had me down to my underwear and I could tell you liked the view. You asked me to turn around so. Once inside, we sat down on the sofa, and looked at each other. "I can't believe that there's two of me..." we said in unison.We both smiled. "Well, it could be...interesting to say the least." He said.I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" I mean we could... you know... mess around." He said with a smirk.I scooted towards him, gazing into my own eyes, and feeling his breath gently against my face."Well, I guess we both have needs." I said, eager to hurry up and kiss myself already.We then.