Celeste lay on her back. A thin sheen of perspiration covered her soft, curvy body and she was breathing very heavily. I looked into her eyes and saw intense gratitude for the world-class fucking I had just given her. I kissed her deeply. Then I rolled off her so she could get up and shower. She had a plane to catch. But my wife wasnt through with me yet.

A Swiffer is a branded cleaning product. A snifter is one of those big goblets you drink brandy from. I was a sniffer. Also known as Jeremy. Recently promoted to senior at West City High School and headed rapidly for nowhere. No college plans. No ambition. No prospects. I didnt seem to be aiming very high in life. And that was obvious to everyone around me. Especially my parents.

Something happened seven years ago this week that changed my life forever. In fact, if it hadnt happened, there wouldnt even be a story to tell. Not a good one, anyway. I hope that youll think that this story of my life is an interesting one. My name is Melissa Cooper-Douglas. That fateful day, my name was still Jeff Cooper and I was fourteen years old. I guess you think its pretty arrogant for a -year-old to write her autobiography, but a lot of neat stuff has happened

The next hours were odd indeed. The first eight of those passed very quickly, since the emotion and exertion of the night had exhausted me. After Francis closed the door behind his fleeing bottom, I stood there and stamped my little feet a bit. Felt way sorry for myself. Then, avoiding mirrors, I flung myself into bed, closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep. When I awoke at six the next morning, my first feeling was one of shame.

I didnt sleep very well that night. Its difficult to set your mind at rest when your dull world develops a point and stabs you. What the heck was Mr. Hardwood up to? Had he lost his mind? And why was I the object of his craziness? Had I encouraged him in any way? I didnt think so. I knew I wasnt gay. I mean, in the shower at the gym, all I ever felt was humiliation at my teeny weenie.

At around ten p.m, we took a break to have a little snack and to let our balls fill up with more tasty cum. I had had four glorious orgasms already and had assisted in three others. This was the best day of my life by a long shot. Bob, as host, always prepared a light nosh for the poker boys, as they called themselves. From the waist down, we were dressed as girls. And we sucked cock better than any girl born.

Robbie and Holly walked away hand-in-hand, passing an elegant, lovely lady of or so summers who was coming in to be Wills next patient. Shes not well-preserved, he thought. Shes still in the mega-babe category. Id better greet her. "Mrs. Alexander, welcome." "So nice to meet you, Dr. Curtis. Please call me Michelle." " I will, thank you, Michelle. Please have a seat." Michelle told Will about her life. She was widowed a year ago. Two grown kids, a girl and a boy, living in Woodville. Three grandchildren.

It felt so good to steal Alexis boyfriend away, but the many times Bill and I have fucked over these years felt even better. Losing Bill was a wake-up call for her and she cleaned up her act a bit. She started wearing skirts and stopped abusing boys. A few took a chance with her and she began to experiment with actually being nice to them, including light, then heavier sexual favors. The experiment was a great success. She became neutral Alexis, then somewhat nice Alexis. Another sissy service to humanity. I saw Grandpa at Christmas several times and each time I made him happy with my soft

Timmy. My parents named me Timmy. Timmy Garconette. They didnt hate me or anything. In fact they loved me very much. And theyre good parents. They probably thought Timmy was a nice name. But it just gives you an idea of the flavor of my life. Timmy is not the name of a guy who scores the winning touchdown or scores with the winning babe.

Robbie finally managed to speak to Heather. "What?" "We were all born males. Heres what happened. You saw how remote we are. When this town was founded it was so remote that we couldnt get women to live here. One day, a young psychologist names Jefferson Wood came to town. It had long been suspected that all men were part woman. We know that to be true today, because all women have XX chromosomes and all men are XY. So even the most macho man in the world is half woman.