Clara Bow was very popular woman with certain sections of the community; many a sissy was introduced to extra-curricular activities with such people.H...igh in a tree overlooking the academy beyond the wall, Bruce Janner grunted with pleasure as his stiff cock sent loops of white semen sailing over the wall. The tree waved precariously in the breeze as he held a branch for dear life whilst working his cock urgently with the other. Bruce loved sissies; especially ginger ones. He gritted his teeth. The man could make jeans look good! And could he ever wear a suit! ‘Right down to the XYZ’s of love,’ He had to be running again. He must have started on those mornings when he went missing before school. He was trim, and his chest looks buff and full. I could just feel the energy from here as I felt it that first day he put his arm around me. ‘Help me find the mysteries of love.’ ‘Oh come to Mama Baby, I’ve still got plenty of mysteries to find!’ she thought to herself. She hadn’t realized how. I was fully seated inside her, but not moving at all. Abby’s eyes wandered a bit while she pulled herself together, but then she focused all of her energy on our coupling and attacked me with a fury I hadn’t yet seen from her.With Abby slamming up to meet my every stroke, it was impossible to hold off for long and when the first jet of semen smashed into her overheated cervix, Abby screamed out yet again and surrendered to the cataclysmic climax that overtook her.All in all I thought her. I didn’t fit in with what the boys wanted to do and I preferred to spendmost of my time with the girls. It was hop scotch for me and notclimbing trees. When I grew up gender dysphoria didn’t exist. Well it did, but no onecalled it that back then. What I got called was fairy and pansy andsissy and bullied mercilessly. I didn't have the ability or the will tofight back and so I withdrew into my own world. I was unhappy but Ididn’t understand why.That’s when I discovered dressing. I was looking.