The cum was clear, it almost looked like water. After working on my face for about 20 minutes, I stood up and checked myself out in the full length mirror. He handed it back to me, and told me to take two more sniffs. He had candles lit on the bannister and on the window sills, and soft, sweet soul music playing at a low volume on the stereo in his room. Alan noticed it, and wiped it up with his fingers, putting one finger in his mouth, and delivering the other to me. I was being made into a girl by a handsome, hung, gentleman. My head was swimming from the poppers, and every bit of me was relaxed when I felt him enter me. In moments like this, if I had to choose between being with girls or my lifelong desire to be a girl, I don’t know what my answer would be.
