Chapter Eight
The rest of the week was rather uneventful. I did my normal routine, and everyone seemed to accept the new me. I guess Marti was right. No matter what you want to do, how you want to dress and whether a guy had boobs or not, it doesn’t make any difference. Several members of the LBGT community approached me, but I said I wasn’t interested.
Marti was beside herself. That little trigger between her legs was ready to shoot off at any moment. It was like a loaded handgun with a hair trigger. She was so hot and horny. She needed it so badly. She realized what she has done to me, keeping me sexually excited and unable to get any satisfaction for several months. She reminds me that this is what I want and need. It makes me a better slave and more attentive to her. Maybe she is rig
