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A lot of the changes will reverse, but you might need minor surgery to reduce your breasts. Think about it for a while before you decide. This whole girl thing is still new to you. Don’t jump in too deep before you’re ready.” …………………………………………………………………….. The next day I had classes. Traci helped me dress in a nice skirt and blouse with some open flats blowjob to show off my lovely toenails. None of my instructors were people who I’d had classes with before, not that anyone would likely have remembered nerdy little me. When they called roll, and called me Joey, I had a stock response. “It’s spelled Joey, but pronounced Joy.” No one gave me a hard time about it – not the teachers and not the other students. I’d been in classes with a couple of the students before, but they didn’t recognize me or remember my name from when I was a boy. It sounds weird to say that, but I was starting to think of myself as a girl now – not a boy. I even had a few guys hit up on me, but I told them I had a boyfriend – big and muscular and jealous, and most of them dropped it. Traci and I had a class together and ate lunch together, and were even joined by Curt. I knew a couple guys who had been gagging interested in me were in the cafeteria, so I got up and gave Curt a long passionate kiss. He seemed pleased, and returned my kiss. After he went to class, Traci and I studied together for a while before our next class. I didn’t want her to be jealous of Curt. “I kissed Curt that way because I wanted to discourage some oral other guys from chasing me.” “I think there was more than that to it.” “You know I like Curt, but you’re still my number one, Traci.” She leaned over and gave me a big kiss. “And don’t forget that, baby.” Life settled down to going to class, where everyone accepted me as Joy, studying, making love to Traci, and letting a few guys fuck me or get blow jobs every night. A few of the guys were disdainful, but it never stopped them from fucking me or having me suck them off. I started hormone treatment a little later and now have my own b-cup boobs. By the end of the semester, there was no doubt I was Joy, not Joey. My life has changed. I don’t know if Traci and I will stay together. Curt told me that if I had a pussy that he’d marry me. I don’t know if I’m ready for that though. Traci has no desire for surgery and has not encouraged me to consider it. “Babydoll, the surgery is NOT reversible. You don’t want to do that unless you are 110% certain you want it. I’m happy with you the way you are, and am happy with the way I am. I don’t want to have a pussy and don’t need for you to have one.” We spend every night black making love in our little room. I wouldn’t have it any other way. This is the sequel series to the "Playing Dare with Sis" series, which tells the story of how a brother coerced his sexy teen sister Kayleigh into becoming his and his friends' sex slave. Now that the game is over, this series explores the further humiliation and abuse of Kayleigh as she becomes introduced to her new interracial life. DISCLAIMER #1: All sexual acts in this story occur between adults over the age of 18. Linda swept the hair out from being caught under her back and lowered her head over the edge of the bed. “I can’t live with this.” My new jaws felt so strong as they crushed about her throat. I think I was six then and my rifle as a bolt-action .22 caliber rifle that Dad had bought used from a dealer in Reading. If I hadn’t been looking at her, I’d have never known. “I know…. Then Mrs. Johnson started squeezing the porridge in. It was very warm. and was surprised at how soft the tip was . . . “I am drunk, but there’s no way I’d waste my own gas and drive, that's what Monica’s for.” Down interracial at the middle of the table, the conversation had reached me, Lorraine, and Elise. On entering the room Ravi's eyes took to his mother and seeing her standing with a torn blouse on, exposing her back up to her buttocks, her hair ruffled, her sari wrinkled and her panties lying on the carpet was ecstatic oral and when his gagging mother turned to face him he said ' look at yourself, see how you are dressed up.' "Please don't stop," she begged. I say, as I bite my lower lip and begin to play with blowjob my hot snatch. It's a little warmer than her skin, with a strange semi-solid texture. He was laying on the bed, my bed, idly playing with his phone. You see cunt, I make my own rights. Fortunately, we had the bathroom door open so wood black heat kept it warm as well. Is she staring at my crotch?