I was thirteen when my parents died. My sister was
twenty, so she became my legal guardian. We stayed in the
family house for a while, and then sold it and moved into a
smaller place. I loved my sister, but by the time I was
sixteen, I had started to realize that she wasn't really cut
out for the responsibilities of running a house, or looking
after an another person. She wasn't a bad person, she was
just prone to making stupid decisions, and she was terrible
at managing money. She had an apparently endless string of

I never thought it would or could happen, but with long nights studying, I finally became a doctor. Luckily I obtained a position with a large metropolitan hospital, working in the emergency room.

CHAPTER 5 - [Week 5 - Tuesday]

Over the next ten days, Donna relaxed further and further into her new identity. She wore the cock all the time now, even when she was at home. She spent hours every night in her home office in the basement, surfing gay porn sites and masturbating. On the weekends, she found herself tuning in to the sports channels, especially football. Her eyes locked onto those tight little asses and huge thighs, powerful muscles encased in shiny, skin-tight fabric that she longed to run her hand over, run her tongue over.

 Chapter 5

    "Let's go, on your feet," I said, motioning for her to rise. She didn't
stand, but instead lowered her head, looked down at each breast, and
wiggled her breasts back and forth. She wanted me to pull her up by the
nipples.

A young girl feels sorry for her lonely father, so she sets out to relieve his sexual frustration and satisfy hers as well....

Chapter Twenty-Six
Cumsocket was sitting on the couch across from me with her legs spread obscenely
wide. She was dressed like a Thai street-walker, she had the most garish red lipstick
I could find, it was painted heavily on her lips. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she
was mounted on shinny red heels strapped firmly to her ankles.
I’d bought so many pairs of stripper heels over the months, the people at the
shop probably thought I’d had some kind of fetish; little did they know how many girls