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 I'm probably not going to make a whole nother folder just for Intersex, but
here's one to go with the Trans kids discovering their gender, and possibly
Sexuality.  In my experience, it tends to go better if you work out who you
are, and what pronouns to think of yourself before you start getting into
sexuality, but things don't always go as planned.  Especially when it comes
to things like Transgender, and Intersex, which people don't want to
aknowlege the existence of, much less talk about.  So, we (Non binary,
physically male) tend to fall through the cracks.

   This one is a complete and utter fantasy, where everything goes pretty
much perfectly.  Which never happens.  Also, the ubiquitous private school
for Sex Ed, and so forth.  Sorry for the Pidgin later on.  Probably nothing
triggering, or unlikely unless you've been sexually abused in front of a
classroom of students, or by Guevedoces.  Spoiler: Guevedoces.

   Co-Ed

   "That's time." I let my watch hang, around my neck.  "So, put up the
balls on the way down, and hit the showers." Last class, for Phys-ed, so
the second locker-room.

   Private school, so we can do things our way.  The right way unless
there's a scheduled inspection from the school board.  Co-ed, but there's 2
locker rooms, so we can alternate.  One class coming, the other going,
staggered schedules, but the boys and girls can see each other naked. 
Shower together, and pair off.

   "No touching," I pointed, and the 2 girls separated.  Many of them are
minors, but they can at least kiss, hold hands, walking to and from,
getting dressed.  Spotting 2 sets of legs under one of the stall doors, I
knocked.  "One to a privacy stall, you know that's why they're called
that."

   "Sorry coach Jim."

   "You want to get us shut down, and go back to public school?"

   "No, coach Jim."

   "Then don't be sorry, just follow the rules."

   "Yes, coach Jim."

   They call me that, since it might be confusing to use my last name. 
With my wife, Coach Edna.

   Their parents understand, had it explained to them, and signed off on
the NDA.  The main thing we do differently is acknowledge that they're
teenagers.  Discovering their sexualites, and don't interfere with that. 
It's natural, just sex, romance, even love can blossom here, or at home,
after school.  Including alternative loves, like homosexuality.  That's
what we teach here in addition to the typical courses: That there's nothing
to be ashamed of, except abuse, and how not to abuse.

   It's a fine line, but worth following.  Our graduates are healthier, and
better educated in the subjects, of sex and love.  We just have to be
careful, to stay on that fine line.  Not straight, just narrow.  To prevent
things like the faculty getting into the students, and vice versa.  I
missed this opportunity, and got in trouble for it.  Being bisexual, and
vulnerable, to a predatory teacher.  He took advantage of me, arguably
raped me, so we make sure that doesn't happen here.

   However, with the Gym cleaned up, and the last class showered off, it
was time for the next class, Sex-ed.  Much more thorough, and comprehensive
than normal Health in a public school.  It's not just a chapter, in a
semester, taught by unqualified teachers.  My wife teaches that, all year,
though I'm often called on to help her with the demonstrations.  Checking
the lockers, I lock the room, check her's, and head for her classroom,
right on schedule.  Tuck my watch in my pocket.

   "Good, here." She sets down the eraser.  "Let us demonstrate." I'm
ready, after 3 periods of coed changing, showers, pairing off and open
affection between them.  "Huh!" Yeah, it's a job, but there's lots of
benefits.  "Smq." Lean back against the demonstration table.

   "Now, when it comes time, remember to go slow.  Enjoy it.  We
understand, you're young, and excited.  Especially if it's your first time,
but it generally goes better the more you take.  So, set aside some, time.
Clear your schedule, there'll be plenty of opportunities for quickies
later, but the first time." Of this semester, "Take your time, and enjoy
it."

   Repetition.  Time time time time, to fix the lesson in their memories.

   "Yes, John?" Due to the nature, and arguable legality of what we do
here, I'll use aliases for all of the participants.

   "Is it true that black men are," he blushes, "Larger?"

   I can field this one, "On average, but good question." Standing aside,
so they can see, she pulls the drawstrings out, and the loops by the ends.
"We may be, which isn't to say that the smallest of us is always larger
than the smallest white man, or Asian, nor Hispanic.  Now, don't get too
focused on Size.  It's a thing, but not the only thing, nor even the most
important thing."

   She goes down, and takes my sweats down with her.

   Gasps, and giggles.  Yeah, it's not a myth.

   "It can even be a bad thing, if you don't take the time to loosen up
enough.  It can even hurt." She stands back up.  "Now, as you can see, he
is neither circumcised, nor erect." A lot of the girls cover their smiles,
there's a lot of giggles, and flushed faces.  Quite a few of the boys, as
well.  "This is not abnormal, so if you find you're not aroused, or he
isn't immediately, then don't worry about it."

   I do this, every year, several times a year.  The first time we had sex,
for class, it was exciting.  Now, it's work.  I don't mind, but it doesn't
really turn me on the way it used to.  She popped the top snap on her
blouse.  "There's many, many ways to arouse a man." The next, slowly
working her way down instead of pulling them all at once.  The way she
knows I like it.

   "Nudity." Revealing some cleavage.  "Some contact," she took my hand,
"Through clothing, or inside." Another one popped under the side of my
pinkie, and I felt her bra.  Gently cupped and lifted one side.  Squeezed,
and caressed it.  "See, he's beginning to respond." She pulled a couple
more, but felt down.  "Manual stimulation, of course." Milking down, so the
skin bunched around the end, gently squeezing, and holding it up.  "And of
course, oral."

   Going down, and sucking it hard.  I just reached back, to prop myself up
on the padded surface of the demonstration table.  Massage, one of the
electives we teach here.  "Fantasies may also help." I nodded.

   "There." My foreskin stayed pulled back, tight.  Even wet, and rested up
on my tummy, when she let it go.  "Now, as men get older, they may require
some assistance, getting, or maintaining an erection." At her desk, "This
is a cock-ring, sized for him, you may find they come in several sizes."
The large one.

   I pulled off my shoes, sweatpants, and got up on the demonstration
table. "Get out your orthotics, and set them up on your desks." Dildos,
sticky dicks in a more standard size, but they had already learned to wet
the base.  "Watch carefully how to unwrap a condom." She walked around,
demonstrated.  "As you can see, the packaging can tear off sharply, and
possibly cut the condom." She did it on purpose.  "So, discard it, and get
out another.  What is the estimated rate of failure for prophylaxis?"

   "98%?"

   "Yes, very good." A lot of them looked back at me, but I put the cold
ring on myself.  "That's a 2% Failure rate, however If used Correctly. 
That rate drops drastically if not used properly.  It's a rather simple
task, but don't let that fool you into not taking it seriously.  Be careful
to do it right, every time, or roll the dice with an unknown variable." She
checked their work, all of them.  "Oh, use this one." She took the possibly
damaged one, and gave her the one she unwrapped for demonstration.

   While they're distracted, I pulled off my top.  Tank-top, microfiber
polyester.  Thin, light, breathable, but very strong, and twisted it
between my wrists.  Laying back for the next phase of the demonstration, I
pulled it tight, behind my neck.  I'm a paraphiliac, multiple kinks, but
this early in the semester, I don't want to skip ahead.  So, I just played
it off, as if just kicking back to enjoy it.  I plan to, just with a little
Bondage.

   "Now, pinch out enough of the tip for the ejaculate, approximately a
teaspoon.  Carefully, especially if you have sharp nails.  Let me
demonstrate."

   So hard, my pulse backs up against the tight metal ring around the base.
I don't need this to stay hard, but it sure helps me get off.  Twitching in
time to my heartbeat, the veins puffed out, thick, and exposed tip bulging
almost pink.  "Hm!"

   They practiced applying prophylactics, under her watchful eye.  "If you
would like to practice phillatio." Several did, and 3 students excused
themselves.  To the doors at the back of the class, with CCTV screens to
watch the lesson.  Closed Circuit, doesn't leave the classrom, nor are they
recorded in case a minor wanders into frame.  They took the wrapped dildos
with them.  A boy, and 2 girls, but separate viewing stalls.  No sex, but
masturbation is permitted, with proper precautions.  Might need to restock
the condoms, and lube on the shelves.  Soundproofed, so there's no
distraction.

   The boy stuck it to the bench, and started undoing his pants before
remembering to close the door.

   "Hh!" Just close my eyes, relax.

   "Now, some men like this." Giggles, I just nodded.  "Smq, Analingus. 
Luh!  Some girls as well.  Llalulh!"

   I took over, "One way to find out, but always.  Always get full explicit
verbal consent.  We're married, and do this demonstration every year.  You
don't just go down there, and get started without asking, and receiving a
full emphatic yes."

   "Mhm!" She stood up, "This also helps if you wish to do any
penetration." She pulled on a glove, "But when in doubt, lube." Dribbled
some on, right in front of me so I could watch.  Held it up for me to smell
it.  "No such thing as too much lube." Our personal scent, with a little
more from the wet latex.

   "Snhhhh!" I nodded.  "Now, this isn't gay.  No single act is, because
homosexual, and heterosexual are Identities.  Nh!" I grunted, and my
sphincter popped over her finger to the second knuckle.  She nodded,
silently, her mouth full.  "Huh!  Also, it's a good way to stimulate the
prostate.  Like the G-spot, it's not all that hard to find, but you have to
look for it, because it's attached to soft tissue, which can move.  There.
Snhhhh!" She rolled it with her fingertip, then the nail through the latex
glove.

   "Pup!" My abs tampolined.  She milked it up.  "This is prostate fluid."
She held up her thumb tip, and held it for me to suck it off.

   "Smq!" I closed my eyes.  "Snhhhh!"

   "Yes, Corinne?"

   "Is that why you don't use a rubber?"

   "We're married, and practice strict fluid monogamy.  So, there's no risk
of STD Infection."

   She was stroking now, good and hard, so my balls bounced, and wracked
gently on her wrist.  All up in my ass, and wiggling so they couldn't see.
Faster than I would like, but this is for them, their instruction, and we
have a lot to cover.  I like a long, slow, teasing hand job, with more CBT,
like sounding, and.

   "Nh, now."

   She let go, and slipped her hand under the twitching head, to catch it
while my PCM clenched and relaxed around her finger in me in time with the
pulses through my P-spot.

   "Hhhhh, snhhh!"

   "Now," she held it up.

   "Uh!" My sphincter spasmed, and puckered back in.  "You'll see this is
relatively thin, and translucent." She walked around to show them.

   "Huh, huh, huh!" I caught my breath.

   "This is partially because I milked his P-spot, and also because we are
sexually active.  Very sexually active, so he has to produce more of the
various fluids.  Slup, huh!" She cleaned off her hand, licked her lips. 
"It's also delicious.  However, with a new lover, or if you have any doubt
about their sexual history.  It's better to use protection than risk
getting infected, or pregnant."

   I untwisted my shirt, and slipped it on, before pulling on my sweats,
shoes, and excusing myself to hit the shower.

   "Now, I'm going to pass out a quiz on the male glands, and their
secretions.  If anyone needs a privacy break, now would be a good time."

   ...

   Several periods later, I got the towels washed, dried, cleaned up, and
secured the locker rooms to retire to my office.  "Huh!" Good start to the
year, but I found a student, waiting for me.  Looked like a freshman, I
didn't recognize.  Uh, them, from my classes, or the one of her's I saw
earlier.  "Yeah?"

   "Coach Jim?" I nodded, "Coach Edna said I could see you for," they
blushed, "Some special lessons."

   "How old're you?"

   "18." They presented their verified school ID.

   "Happy birthday." Also checked Gender: Other _NB_IS_ Raised my eyebrow,
handed it back.

   "Thanks, she gave me this note."

   I unlocked the office, "Havaseat." Read it, looked like her writing.

   [Dear Husband:

   Terry here is still having a hard time.  A virgin, though s/he says
s/he's not teased for herm Intersexed condition, that doesn't extend to
attraction, nor dating any of the other students, and s/he expressed an
interest to me.  In you, specifically, and I know how you feel about
Hermaphrodites.  I verified herm age myself, and give you my blessing. 
Have fun, and I'll see you after class.

   Love and Lust,

   Your Wife.]

   "Pronouns?" Ask, don't assume.

   "S'he or Herm." So, got that right.

   "All right, what sort of lesson were you interested in?"

   "BDSM."

   "Oh." Shrug, "All right."

   A rather advanced subject, but a Senior, and a legal Adult.

   "Well, I have some paperwork to do, but I can also listen.  So, in the
meantime why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"

   "Well;"

   Terry (hM IR Espa Mela.  BDSM Cons)

   "Well, I am Dominican, you know the Guevedoces, yes?"

   "It's more my wife's specialty, but I've heard the term."

   "I was told, that I am not the first, here.  Yes, it means eggs at
twelve, but I come here, because I do no want to be man.  Ora girl, but
hermaphrodite.  So, I take hormones, both to be both, or close as I can
with my anatomy, and hormones."

   "No surgery?"

   "I do no need it.  So far."

   "What kinda 'natomy we talkin bout, here?"

   "I was born, superficially female, but my testes drop, when I am eleven,
and mi verga.  Sorry."

   "S'all right, I know Spanish." Teach it.

   "Yes, my penis, start growing."

   "How long you been on the hormones?"

   "Since then.  7 year.  Estrogen first.  I want stay girl, I like girl
thing, so mi familia, they send me here for treatment.  In counceling?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "Yes, I learn.  Of other thing, like Transgender, and Intersex.  I am
legal, Intersex, and nonbinary.  So, I decide I want these.  To be
hermaphrodite, no pick, one o other.  Man y girl, so I continue, estrogen y
testosterone, but more targeted injection."

   "Like what?"

   "In me chest, ymi gonad, they can no do both."

   "Estrogen surpresses testosterone secretion."

   "Yes, these.  So, I have, breast, y verga, y teste, y.  Anal."

   "Sex?"

   "Yes.  Solo."

   "Your note says you're a virgin."

   "Yes, I like here, they no judge o tease me.  But, they no want sex,
with me, and my.  How you say, para."

   "Paraphilias?"

   "Yes.  Piquerista."

   "That is."

   "Needle."

   "From your hormone injections."

   "Yes."

   "Well, that, covers the SM.  Bondage?"

   "Yes."

   "Discipline?"

   "No."

   "Well, I'm a bottom.  Bondage, anal, masochist."

   "Yes, I see your video."

   "Which one?"

   "From class, today?"

   "Freshman class."

   "Yes, I sit in.  I graduate, last year.  Coach Edna say I sit in."

   "I didn't see you."

   "I do no." Shake my head, "In class.  In, private room."

   "Oh, yeah.  The locked one?"

   "Yes, come early, and leave after them.  No interrupt or distract her
class."

   "Well, all right.  Let me turn this in, and.  You saying you want to
learn.  BDSM?"

   "Yes, this."

   "Okay, let me see which lab I can get.  You know that wing?"

   "Yes, I have.  Finish these class."

   "You graduated." Nod, "Good, but you never done it?"

   "No, I have no one to, with."

   "Well, you do now.  I'll see you in the hall."

   "Thank you."

   "Don't thank me yet."

   ;

   Jim (hdoM BDSM Xtre.  Seriously, Cons, but TW nonetheless.)

   "Huh!" I checked in on her, between classes, but got her vocal consent.
Not cheating if it's in the roles, but "Yes, show herm the ropes." Gave the
the pager, and tested the panic button.  "Room 13." If she wants to tune
in, stop by, or even show the demonstration.

   I don't mind, kinda like the audience.  I feel safer, knowing someone's
watching, especially with a neophyte.  ' I walked down the hall, s/he
changed.  Lolita, full on schoolgirl uniform loli instead of the
androgynous pants, and shirt s/he had on earlier.  Glad I gave herm time
for that.  Or her, female fantasy.  All right.  I considered myself
pansexual, open to others outside the gender binary, but more curious than
anything.  Never been with a real intersex, or self identified
hermaphrodite yet.

   She knew that.

   "You like these?" Not much accent.  Easily understandable, and I teach
Spanish.  She could do it in her language, but Latina Lolita, with a
surprise ending?  Yes please!

   "Uhuh?"

   "No!" she slapped my hand, and swung her skirt away.  "You look, no
touch." Offered it, to tease me, take it back, slap my hand.  "Derty
teacher.  Lookin at the school gerl.  Get in there, I teach you lesson."

   Lab #13.  Bondage lab, science tables without the gas taps, and 3
aparatus.  2 in the corners, 1 front and center.  Sitting, standing, and
prone, respectively.

   "You wan see, what I hav'?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "No," shake her finger, "No no non." Back and forth, "Naughty teacher.
You show me, ferst.  Get et out, le'me si et."

   "No bondage, to start."

   "Discipleen?"

   "Light discipline, work up to."

   "Quiet!" She slapped me.  "I no ask you.  Safe word?"

   I nodded.  "Vex."

   "Good, CBT?"

   "Yeah, start light."

   "I know." Of course, taught by the best.  "Now shush, I teach you
lesson."

   "Yes."

   "Yes, wha'?"

   "Yes, maam?"

   She shook her head.

   "Mistress?"

   "No."

   "What then?"

   "Pedra." Rolled it.

   "Yes Pedra."

   "PE'Dra."

   "Yes, Pedra."

   "You learn." Light slapping, just patting with her fingers, harder, and
harder, until I could feel it slap my cheek into my teeth, then hear it.

   p, p P P SP!

   "Huh!"

   "Is good?"

   "Yes Pedra.  Nh!"

   "Then get it out."

   "Yes, Pedra, NH!"

   "I keep slapeen you, till you get it right."

   "Yes.  PedrAH!" Harder, but not too hard.  I grinned, when she looked
down.

   "Look at these.  You lookeen," really playing up the accent,
exaggerating, "At schoolgerl.  In the shower.  In the toilet, peesing?"

   "Nh!  Snh?"

   "Is good?"

   "A little to hard." I nodded.

   "Yes, it is." She squeezed it.  "Say onkle." Harder, in both hands,
harder, and harder, until.

   "Uh!  UNCLE!" It throbbed, and slapped up into my shirt.

   "Whashyu theenkeen about, doing wit'the school gerl?"

   "Nh!  Nothing." I just wanted to see, honestly.  But s/he wants to play
Lolita, for the surprise.  Girl plus, what the MRAs online call a Trap. 
First punish me for looking, then make me look.

   "You lie, done lie, what you want.  To fuck me?" Shake my head, "Toche
me?"

   "See you, nh.  Naked."

   "Maybe.  Eef you good."

   One handed, back grip, so just her thumb tightened around the base.  So
it bulged, throbbed with my pulse.

   "Yor bolls, so full?" I nodded, yeah I got off earlier, but it was too
quick, too easy.  For them, their lesson, to learn from.  She could drag it
out of me, as long as she wants to take.  This is a little familiar, not
sure if she gave herm a full script, or just some pointers, but she knows
what she knows what I like.

   p, p p pP P!

   "Ngh!  SNH!"

   "Just busteen yor bolls."

   A little, she can do a lot more.  Eventually, work up to it, but she
stopped before it was too much.  I just held my hands, on the sides.

   "Tweest them?" I nodded.  "Harder," whispers, 'tighter...'

   "SNVH!" They drop.  "Huh, huh huh!"

   "Hold your hand, behind you."

   "Yes, Pedra.  NH!" She didn't slap, my face.  My thigh, inside.

   "Is good?"

   "Yes, Pedra."

   p, p p pP P!

   "Nh!" Much more sensitive, than my face.  "HhH!" She rubbed it, slowly,
then faster, and faster, until it heated up.

   "Nice legz.  You shave them, for me?"

   "Yes, Pedra." I lied, this morning, first day of school.  For
visibility, in demonstration.

   "Pe',"

   "Nh!"

   "Dra."

   I nodded.

   "Seet." She pushed me, "In yor seat." I nodded.  "Seet on yor hands."

   "Yes Pedra."

   "Vh!"

   "To hard?"

   "A little." My face burned, but one cheek more than the other.  The same
side, as with my thigh, work 1 side so the other doesn't hurt.  Makes it
hurt more, by contrast.  Both balls, but she just patted them, not too
hard. Stopped her when it was just hard enough to feel.  A little pain.

   "You like these," she turned around, "Jes, you like the barrio booty. 
Done you."

   "Yes, Pedra."

   "Good, you learn.  You wan, these?"

   "Yes, Pedra."

   "Fock these?" Frotting me now, through her skirt.

   "Oh, yes."

   "Yes what?" Holding my knees.

   "Yes, Petra." Winced.

   "PE'Dra!"

   "NH!" I grinned behind her.

   "How many time, I tell you es Pedra."

   "Yes, Pedra." This repetition gives me plenty of chances, to get it
wrong.  I squirmed on my fingers, pressed into the bent hardwood of the
seat.  Crushing my knuckles, and she put more weight on them, and more. 
"Uh!" Flipped up her shirt, and settled back down.  Slowly, gently, to rub
against me.  In her underwear, panties, cotton feels like.  Edna probably
told herm that as well.

   Which begs the question, what does s/he have in there?  I was getting so
into the fantasy, I actually forgot, a little while.  Her ass, just an ass.
Like any other, doesn't feel any different.  Soft, split by my hardness,
pressing down again, her weight.  More of it, the cotton wrapping half
around, tighter, splitting her buttocks, pushing harder into my lap, and
harder into my fingers.  My knuckles crushed harder into the seat.

   "Stop!  Vh, huh!" I held my breath.  "Snh!"

   "Close?" I nodded.

   "Too close."

   Edging, so damn close.  I almost ruined it, but denied.  The best
denial. The rough coarse polyester brushing the top, the cotton against the
underside, rubbing, and crushing my fingers painfully into the hardwood. 
Edge.

   "Huh, huh, huh!"

   I blinked.

   "Smell these."

   "Nh!  Snh!" I missed her, taking them off.

   White, cotton.  Dry, fragrant.  Her pussy, she has pussy, I can smell
it. Musky.  "MH!" Shake my head, "Muph!"

   "Smell it!" I nodded.

   "SNHHHHH!  Huph!"

   "Put them on."

   "Uh!" my poor crushed fingers, but I could.  Pull them on, pantiemask.
Stretch them over my mouth, and nose, but I checked.

   Not, completely dry.  A dot, a tiny clear spot soaked through, in front.
Tasted it real quick.

   Not piss.  Which indicates s/he may be able to ejaculate as well. 
The'll have to punish me for that when i tell her later.  After school, my
wife, with the yardstick?

   "Ohhh!" Just let my head loll back.  "Snhhhhh!" Breathe it in.  "Huhhf,
Snhhh!"

   "You ready?"

   Nodded.  She gripped me.

   "You ready now?"

   "Uh huh?"

   "Ready to get off?"

   "Yes,"

   "Yes what?"

   "Yes, Petra!  Ah, huhn!" Hard, hard enough to jerk up my scrotum, and
slap them down.

   "Pedra!"

   "Petra, Ahn!"

   Pmp!

   "Auh!  Harder!"

   PpPpPP!

   "Uhhhhhn Auhhhh!  Gahd!" She caught them, squeezed them.  Tighter,
tighter.  "AAAAAAHHHH!  Stop, Vex, VEX!" It stopped, splashing up on my
shirt.  "AHHHHHHHH!" Sit hurt, aching, "No, jerk it, nh, yeah!"
Post-orgasmic.  "Nh neah huh uh!" Hunching, reflexively, the wet skin
popping over my hypersensitinve head.  "Afuh ah fuck, yeh!" Until it
finally went soft, and she let it go.  "AhhhhHhHhH!  Yeah.  Huh, huh,
huuuuuhH!" Relaxed, completely.  Just let my head, hang back.  "Whoh!"

   "Is good?"

   "Yeah." I can nod.  "I needed that."

   "Good." she grinned, mischievously.  "Here is your reward." And slowly
pulled her skirt up.

   Right, Herm.

   S/h climbed up on the chair, to give me a better look, and pressed her
underpants into my face.  Then herm skirt flopped down, to cover it in
darkness.

   ;

   Pedra (hM Oral Pant Cott Feti Frot)

   Frotteurism.  He is still a stranger.  I see him, in video.  Know hes
name is Jim, but the no use real names here.  Like Terry, or Pedra.  Me
real name es on mi ID.  He read it, but call me Terry in the hall.  Pedra
in the scene.

   Good scene.  I am hard, so hard, and this cotton.  Over hes mouth.  Mi
stink, "Snh!  Si, these.  Yes, these, smell eet.  Taste eet!" I can barely
climax.  Mi hormones, they fight over mi body, me sex, no one win, they
only fight.  It take much, but these.  These is much.  Mucho y Mucha. 
"Huh! Jes!" I can get it on these.

   Teese hem.  She say, teese hem to get off, then keep teese heem.  Like
the hand job, ball bouncing hand job.  He teese me to hurt hem.  He love
these, wracking, she calls it.  Ball busting.  No to hard, but like the
slaps.  Light tap, then harder, y harder, till he beg for mercy.  I need
these, o the needle.  I no do the needle, the blood.  Not with hem, she say
no.  No blood, no seemin, not leche.  Pussy juice.  Dry.  These cotton dry.

   She he wife, she say.  "No fluids."

   "Huhuh!" The dry cotton.  Is okay.  Hes wet shirt, I make hem, suck it.
He seemin, out of it.  Eat it, yes eat these.  Hes, he eat hes, is okay.

   "Ay, si, THEse!"

   "HahahahHhuh!" The dry cotton, is no dry.  Pull back.  "Hol, hold me. 
Op!"

   "Okay."

   "Nh!" The rough skirt.  Polyester, me vergita.  "Nhnhnhm!"

   Yes, these work, enough.  No need needle, but I think.  He say, fantasy,
these help.  "Nhuhuhuh!"

   Mi pechos, moy lleno pesado pechos.

   "Nhahahahah!"

   Is no dry.

   The needle, pop out, the blood.  Dripping, running down, on mi ribs, in
me reflecion mi tommy.  "Hihuh, hah!"

   I am thirsty.  "Let me down." There is seenk.  Agua, fria!  "Slurp,
gulgh, slurp!  Huh!" So good!  "Huh!" can't breathe, "Huh!" pull out my
tie. So hot, burning up, pull the buttons until they pop.  "Huh!" This dam
blouse, rip it, tear it off.  "Huh!"

   "You okay?  Terry?"

   "Yes, these.  Is just too hot.  Can you get mibra?"

   "Yes, you mean your brasserie?"

   "Yes, huh!" Finally, they free!  "Huh!  Yes, gracias." Just catch my
breath.

   "You mind, if I get a better look?"

   "You no need, post.  Aftercare?"

   "No, but thanks for asking." He grinned, "My balls ache something
fierce, but they'll be fine." He look up, grinning.  "Huh!  But that was
fine.  Just right actually.  You did good."

   I unbutton my dress.  Is more skirt, but have straps.

   "I'm just a little curious, about your development now.  And I didn't
get a good look.  Good twist, and the end, though.  I thought for sure
you're going for a Trap surprise."

   "What is these?" I unzip, in back, to let it off my hips.  Step out in
my shoes, and my short socks.  And the tattered rag of my blouse.  Ruined,
I just had to let some cool air.  "Can you rip these off?"

   "KRCHT!"

   "Gracias." Take off my bra.

   "Transexuals.  The myth is, they are gay, and just want to fool men. 
It's narcissistic, really, but straight male transphobes think they're
literally a Trap.  Play girl to get them in bed, then spring the surprise
on them."

   "A la verga!"

   "Ha, literally!"

   "No, I was.  So fool of lust.  I just need, orgasm after these."

   "Well, you got it."

   He held up my panties.  Cotton panties.  Wet cotton.

   "I am sorry."

   "Don't worry about it.  Edna told you."

   "Jes."

   "Well, that was a close one, but I managed to pull them off.  In time.
You ejaculated."

   Jes, I no make, sperma."

   "But the rest cums out okay." He winked.

   "Haha jes.  Is no easy, but these.  Huh!" Hug mi pechos.  Breast, tit.
"Huh!  I never, so easy, before." So quickly, so much, so hard, it was,
moy, great!

   "Glad you enjoyed it, and you did.  Perfectly.  If that was your final,
you passed.  A plus!"

   "Well, she tell me."

   "Yes, of course.  Now, let me get a better look at you."

   "Jes, o coors."

   ;

   Jim (Mh Medi Herm NS)

   "Hm," rub my chin.  Busted lip, but those underwear are done, son! 
First, Picarism.  Stabbing, needles, but auto-erotic, I hope.  Most
picarists are men, and tend to assault women in public.  Stab them, for
sexual arousal, and sadistic emotional release.  S/he self medicates, HRT,
but directly injects for breast growth.  Sounds painful, you'd have to ask
someone with breasts, but they're glands, and sensitive, as any glands are.
Small, conical, a little bulge on the bottom but a long way from sagging,
or a line under them.  Dots, fresh and old pinhole scars, and scabs. 
Chesticles, and speaking of which.

   Moving down, fairly normal midriff.  Medium skin-tone.  To me, I'd call
her very light-skinned, or tanned.  Hispanic, full blood to my knowledge,
but I'm not.  Good tight abs, but just the 1 line down the middle.  Flush
navel, neither innie nor outie, but curled up, like an anus.

   "La verga?"

   "Vergita." Rolled the R, but not like the dr in Pedra.  Like Pedro, with
the female suffix, nothing like her real name.  Diminutive feminization of
Verga, penis.

   "You mind?"

   "I can no.  Erect these?"

   "Okay," but it looks hard.  Until I touch it.  "May I touch you."

   "Oh, jes."

   I can even push it out.

   "Ngh!" S/he squirmed, out of my fingers, but I saw the head.  Again.

   "Urethra?"

   "Le'me." She pulled it out, the foreskin back.  "Hypospadias."

   "Which is?"

   "It ees, onder.  No in." The head splits, small, about what you'd expect
to find in a diaper.  Uncircumcised, but looks a lot like an infant's with
a lot more skin wrincled around it.  But split, through the frenulum, and
she pinches, the back.  "To pees." S/e demonstrated, it split open. 
Pinched out, from the back of the head, and I even saw some ejaculate
residue inside.  But it's split, like a clitoris, but deep into the short
stubby, tapered stump of erectile tissue.  Not erect.

   "It's messy?  When you urinate."

   "Jes, I seet down.  Like these, it just, peeses all over me."

   "And inside?"

   "Es no deep."

   "Your testes?"

   "Jes, they drop.  Here." Pointing to the inguinal ducts, or the skin
over them.  Pubis mons, and pubic hairs over them.  "I jus poosh them,
een." Rubbed her fingers up, and apart to indicate the path.

   "Inquinal ducts."

   "Jes."

   "You lubricate?  Internally."

   "Weth speet." Shook herm head, "O semin."

   "Works," I guess.  "Depth?"

   "Won o two, eenches.  Only these wide." Holds up a fingertip.

   "So, not much penetrative sex."

   "Anales." S/he turned around.

   "It's all right.  You want to get dressed?"

   S/he looked at the tattered remains of the top.

   "I'll find you a teeshirt or something."

   "In my lockor."

   "Well, that should get you to your locker.  I need a shower.  And a
clean shirt."

   "Jes, o coors."

   ;

   {..."Huh!" Okay, so moving a bunch of stuff to this folder, I can't help
but notice how much F2M I have, as opposed to M2F.  Which is probably some
sort of mental block I need to work on...