Now, here I was in the Army, surrounded by testosterone at an unbelievably high level. It was a real test of my ability to control things and while I ...managed to fend off desperate attempts in basic training and AIT, the challenge of staying celebrate, could only last for so long. I searched my ruck sack for a some “pogey-bait”, the Army slang for a candy bar or a snack soldiers are not supposed to have or keep with them during field training exercise or “FTX” as the Army called them. The Army. That made me think where was Milo, Ralf went to a cupboard and pulled out a bag, from which He then pulled out the hood, but said he wasn't pleased with it and instead put a blindfold mask on me, before telling me to get on all fours doggie style, He then lubed my arse and I felt the plug being gently but very firmly inserted. Feeling my arse full I reached round and felt the tail. I felt a collar and then a lead be clipped to my neck.A glass a wine was put against my lips and raft said. "That's what I said." Do you know he wears pantyhose?" So do I," Megan answered, holding out her foot. "What of it? I supposeyou're not old enough for hose yet. Are you jealous?"Jamie noticed the middle-aged woman standing in line behind them smilingbroadly as she laughed to herself. Jamie was in awe of Megan's skill atturning the girls' taunts into arrows directed back at them.Beth rolled her eyes then glared at Megan in a shallow attempt to snatchsome threads of victory from her defeat. "Come. The operations that I would have to undergo would take place in Thailand, the most well-renowned destination for gender transformations. While the surgeries might have seemed daunting to many, to me it was the embodiment of the yellow brick road.Regrettably, the final stage of my liberation would only take place one year hence. There were necessary precursors en route and I would have to commence a long regime of hormone and antiandrogen treatments, which I was warned would ravage my body and.