Give up your last pretences at manhood and start living as a woman – full-time.If that’s what you decide, then good luck and farewell. These assig...nments have helped you find your true self. You can now graduate. EMAIL your final report.Or is this too much for you? Do you prefer the humiliation of being a secretly feminised man, ‘forced’ to do things against your will? Perhaps you need some more assignments, then.Your Thirteenth Sissy AssignmentYou’re not superstitious, are you, sissy?So, you. "No, I won't do it." She says to herself, but she thinks back to the pleasures that she had felt while being fingered by him, that's all the further she had let him go, and she wasn't planning on letting him get that far again. She recalls how turned on she was, with his hand grasping her tits, and fondling her pussy, she began to feel that feeling again, deep inside her, she pushed those thoughts out of her mind, but she found herself becoming more and more turned on by each passing minute. . I should have gotten two boxes." I turned around and was on my way back into the store when I realized what had just happened. Did I just have a conversation with a cat? How could he have known about the condoms? I don't ever remember telling a cat about my sex lifeI turned around and the cat was right behind me, in fact, I almost tripped over him. Oddly, he smelled like my boyfriend Allen. The strange feline rubbed up against my leg and purred. "You didn't have to tell me about your sex life,. I heard the breath leave his body. Glad to be free of him, I inhaled deeply, filling my lungs back with the oxygen he had starved out. This instead of throwing myself on top of him. I stepped back, fell into a crouch. Waited for him. He rolled to his feet, sand clinging to his body where the oil had soaked it firm. Our eyes met and we began to circle, arms up, eyes locked. Flexing and posturing. Showboating for The Woman. I caught a glimpse of Her out of the corner of my eye. She had that same.