My cheek resting on a cold, sticky, puddle of my own dick slime. Monday morning I slip on a pair of blue silk panties. My pathetic nubbin twitching with excitement at the humiliating act. I match it with a training bra. Also blue, dotted with cute little asian sunflowers. Then I button up a purple blouse, and a dark blue pleated skirt. It stops a couple inches above my knees, showing off my freshly japan shaved legs. Then I pull on massage purple, knee high socks. Checking myself in a mirror, I look ridiculous. An effeminate boy in girl’s clothes. But it’s what Clayton wants. I don’t look sexy. Just demeaned. I get some shocked looks walking to school. It isn’t till I get there that I japanese get laughed at. Red faced I quickly go to my locker then to my first class. “Are you wearing a girl’s shirt?” Someone asks as I sit down and shrug. I can hear students chuckling as the bell rings. It only takes old Mrs Hardcore Harson a minute to zero in on what was disrupting her class. “Willard! Come up here this minute!” She orders in her shrill voice. I walk to the front of the class. Kids openly laughing at me. ‘Oop!’ I gasp when someone gooses my rear. “What are the meaning of these shenanigans?” She looks around the room. As if daring the other kids to be in on it. Before landing her steely gaze on me. “S ... sorry ma’am.” I say. Nearly a whisper. “What’s that? Speak up!” She orders. “I ... I’m a sissy, ma’am. I’m not allowed men’s clothes.” The whole class laughs. “To the principals office young man!” She shouts over the din. Soon I am sitting, waiting for the principal to see me. I was very good at it. I wrote to Tony and then he called and I had the hard conversation with him. "You've already done everything you can for me. This last week ... it's been like heaven. She just stuck her tongue out and started lapping at Sara’s tight pussy. “Satara Dernsi.” The book flew onto the table and opened to us, “Found alive asian and unharmed in a centaur camp. Soon he was rubbing her clit as he flogged her breasts. ‘Touch it, go on touch it.’ a little Hardcore voice in his head said. “I can not help massage it” he said. "I would." “What's it japan like?” Tammy asked. I just want japanese to surrender to you. "Randi, that was incredible", he whispered through his slowly subsiding breaths. Hi Dan ‘Well here’s why. As I moaned in pleasure I continued to cum. Her movements weren’t fast or frantic, but slow and sensual. “She's a Cambodian cutie with a Texan twang.”