” I was still a bit groggy but not enough to miss the sensation of what felt like his hard young cock, which had slipped out of the fly of h...is pajama bottoms, pressed up against me.. Pushing my ass back against his erection, I cooed softly “ Thank you for being concerned about me.” I could tell that he was really turned on because instead of moving away, he pressed his stiff dick up against my ass and moaned softly himself. Not wanting to discourage him , I whispered softly “ Umm, that. " Amazing, isn't it, how many guys don't want to but end up in a dress? 'Oh,don't force me to wear that skirt. It would be awful if you made me wear aprom dress.' Who do you think you're fooling, Tad? You're coming out, and Ithink it's great. I have a big sister now." I'm still a boy," I said."God, when is the Gay Pride parade? You can be on the lead float, waving atthe crowd, blowing them kisses. Won't that be fun?" Not really."She looked at me for a minute. "I have a dress that's too big for. It was a Tuesday, and Gwen was visiting Marcie for the first time since returning from Gracely House. It was also their first real visit in a long time — since about the time of Marcie's last birthday. They'd been together since then, but always more closely supervised than usual. They hadn't had a chance to talk and share confidences.Gwen didn't know Marcie's secret — Marcie had been to Gracely House, too. Right after her birthday. And their mothers had conspired to keep them apart since then. "The tied woman wriggled up into a sitting position with difficulty. Not only was she tired from the many orgasm that had torn through her in the last couple hours, but also she was also very tightly bound. Her arms were encased in a white-leather armbinder, which matched her collar, and three black leather belts encircled her legs and ankles. A black leather blindfold and several strips of tape over her mouth completed bindings. To her captor, Stephanie was turning into everything that he.