Oh, you're driving."His bathing suit was too tight. Paul didn't care much for rap music, but he had loved the adoption of loose fitting clothes by mai...nstream America; just right for overweight baby boomers, but comfortable even for skinny people. Too bad that it was decades away.Maybe he could be eccentric.Once he was famous he could be eccentric without being a social outcast. Then he could cut his hair very short, wear baggy shirts and pants, and wait for running shoes. Just 13 years until. Although unintentional, I misjudged and my palms settled on either side of her upper abdomen and as she moved to kiss me her body shifted causing them to move higher. I could feel the heat of her body through her shirt and the swell of the underside of her breasts against my thumbs. I quickly decided to take advantage of the opportunity and shifted my hand slightly higher which brought my palms into contact with the sides of her breasts. It was only a brief contact but enough to give me a sense. Make no mistake, I was a man. Now I don’t know what I am. As I walk across the street I feel my tits bouncing and jiggling in a rhythm matched by my ample ass. Several surgeries, massive doses of hormones, and a rigorous training schedule have turned me into a sick fantasy, fuck doll for aggressive Alpha men. I feel the plastic cage that confines my tiny, useless, penis scrape against my legs as I mince across the street and feel nothing but shame at the thought of losing my manhood. I haven’t. Slowly and gently, she descended. With each step, Michelle was deathly afraid that a board might squeak. She managed to reach the bottom of the steps without retreating in fear. The living room door was open but she did not hear the TV. Instead, she heard a rapid slapping sound. She reached her head around the door. There lying on the couch was her father. His robe was open wide and his shorts were on the floor alongside.Michelle held her breath. As she watched in wide-eyed amazement, her.