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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
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All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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PROM DATE CONSPIRACY

Here I am, walking down the aisle on my wedding day, the victim of a 
conspiracy by my family and my intended to get me here.  There was a 
point at which I thought I'd never be married.  The most I thought I 
could ever hope for was a domestic partnership.  I suppose I should 
explain.  I was born fully male and I am (was?) gay.  I discovered 
that when I was in 9th grade.

It was shortly after I realized that I was gay, that I met... him. 
Larry Walters.  He was a friend of my sister, Melanie, at least they 
hung out together.  In 10th grade, he was tall, well built, and had a 
package in his pants that kept me awake long into the night.  Two 
years later, he only got better.  Problem was (at least what I 
thought it was) he wasn't interested in guys, at least not from 
anything I could see.  Boy, was I wrong.

It was shortly before the senior prom when my sister surprised me. 
We had already had the junior prom, and my tux rental had been 
returned.  Mom and sis were out shopping almost every day, looking 
for (in their words) THE dress.  Well, it was after one of these days 
shopping, that sis came into my room.  "Find THE dress?" I joked, 
over-emphasizing THE in the same way mom did when she said it.

"Yeah, I did, smarty-pants.  Of course, now I've got all the fittings 
and alterations to go through."

"Lucky you.  So what's up?  Is there something you wanted to ask me?"

"Yeah there is, actually.  Jerry, how would you like to go to the 
prom on the arm of Larry?  As his date?"

My heart leapt into my throat.  "Don't play with me."

"I'm not.  Would you like to go to the prom as Larry's date?"

"Of course, but I don't see how you're going to manage it.  Unless 
you plan on casting a spell to make me a girl."  I should mention 
here that both dad and sis are sorcerers.

I thought sis would deny it outright, but instead she asks, "Would 
you if I could?"

"I thought you couldn't use your magic for the sake of personal gain, 
either yours or others'."

"You're dodging the question.  If doing so meant getting to go to the 
prom on Larry's arm, would you allow yourself to be turned into a 
girl?"

"I suppose so, but it's a pipe dream.  Larry's got a girlfriend."

"Not anymore.  They broke up, and he asked me to find him a date."

"So you're going to change me into a girl?"

"Kind of.  Like you said, I can't use my magic for this, but that 
doesn't mean we can't use more standard methods.  We put you in a 
dress and some make-up, and I think you'd make a very pretty girl."

"Even if that were true, and I were willing, I don't want to be with 
Larry on false pretenses.  I don't want to con him."

She looked me right in my eye, saying, "But for a chance to be with 
Larry?  Isn't it worth it?  To have him dance and romance you?  To 
feel his lips upon your own?  And possibly... more?"

Suddenly all doubt left my mind as to whether or not I should do 
this.  I'd later find out that sis had used a spell on me to amplify 
my desires to a point where I couldn't say no.  I suppose I should be 
upset, but considering the results I can't complain.

I said, "Okay, I'll do it."

Sis all but dragged me out of the room into the hall. I saw mom 
waiting by her door.  Before I had a chance to say anything, sis 
yells, "He said yes!"

Mom smiled.  "Well, let's get started."  Sis drags me into mom's room 
where I see an entire outfit laid out on the bed.  Mom says to me, 
"First thing we need to do is get you cleaned up, so off with your 
clothes."

I blushed a little bit.  I think I even remember trying to protest, 
but mom just says, "Hun, girls don't mind being naked in front of one 
another.  Only very shy ones have a problem with it."

"But I'm not a girl, not really."

"But if you intend to pull this off, both for you and for Larry, you 
need to be able to emulate a girl as perfectly as possible, at least 
outwardly.  How would it look if you went into the girls' room to use 
the facilities and asked everybody to leave because you were too 
embarrassed to do what had to be done while women were in the room?"

Using the women's room.  That really pushed it home.  For the entire 
prom night, I'd have to act like a girl in all things, including 
using the girls' room.  I almost ended it there, but visions of 
dancing with Larry ran through my head, and I just shrugged and got 
undressed.  Mom then brought me into the bathroom where a bath had 
already been drawn.  A bubble bath.

"Is this necessary, mom?  A bubble bath?"

"We're just trying to get you thinking like a girl, dear."

"But-"

"Relax and trust me, dear."

"Well, I guess so.  It is only one bath."

"Well, your first bath.  Every night you'll be in here soaking in the 
tub for at least fifteen minutes."

"But why?"

"Because the bath oils I've added to the water will soften and 
condition your skin, as well as give you a light perfuming that will 
linger long after the bath is over, particularly with you taking a 
bath every day."

I balked at entering the tub.  "I...  I don't..."

Mom pointed at the toilet.  "Sit down, Jerry."  I pulled the seat and 
cover down and sat.  "Now.  How do you feel about Larry?"

As thought of that beautiful man danced through my head, I said, 
"He's handsome, kind, sweet, caring,..."

As I tried to think of more words, mom asked, "You want to be with 
him, don't you?"

"Oh, yes."

"Then let us do what we can for you.  Your sister and I with some 
help from your father can make this happen, but you have to trust us. 
Now you have veto rights, so you can end this anytime you want to, 
but if you do as we ask, you can have your dream.  You'll be on 
Larry's arm all night, his senior prom date.  Maybe more if you play 
your cards right."

And that was all it took.  Maybe it was the after-effects of sis's 
spell, or maybe I just wanted this so badly I ached, but I was in the 
tub only seconds later, soaking and playing with the bubbles.

A little while later, mom came into the bathroom with one of her lady 
Bic disposable razors and instructed me in the womanly art of shaving 
my legs and pits.  Mom commented that I didn't do too bad a job, but 
then added, "For your first try."

We went back into her room and I briefly looked around.  Somehow I 
wasn't surprised to find that my clothes, my boy clothes, were 
nowhere to be seen.  Sis picked up a pair of panties from the clothes 
and brought them over to me.  I stepped into them and pulled them on.

Then mom brought over the foundation garment I have come to hate.  I 
hated it then, I hate it now, and I will probably hate it every time 
I wear it.  The corset.  Problem is, I have to admit, wearing one 
makes me look good.  It pulls in my waist and changes my figure, 
giving me a nice, shapely figure.  (Of course, I'll never admit that 
to anyone.)  At the time, though, after mom got me into the damnable 
thing, all I could think of was how damned uncomfortable the thing 
was, and this was before the thing was cinched up!

After mom puts it on, she gets out a couple boxes and gets out, ta 
da, breastforms!  She puts them carefully into the cups of the corset 
and THEN cinches me in tight.  I thought my lungs were going to burst 
that time it was so tight.  I have since found out that she went easy 
on me since it was my first time.  It just felt really tight since I 
wasn't used to the feeling.

To be honest, I'm not sure what went on next, I was so focused on 
that corset, but I was finally dropped into a chair in front of the 
mirror to see what they had done.  I was in a blonde wig, make-up, 
and a pretty, blue dress, and what was looking back at me from the 
mirror was this pretty blonde in well-done make-up and a nice, blue 
dress.

Thinking that was it, I said, "Well, now that I know I can play the 
role," and reached behind me to undo the dress.

Mom stopped me.  "Not quite yet, dear.  We know you can look the 
role, not play the role."

"But-"

"No, dear, you need to play the role impeccably.  Until the prom, at 
home, you will be a girl, dressing in dresses, going to fittings 
alongside your sister for your prom dress, even sleeping in 
nightgowns.  Your sister and I will coach you in feminine mannerisms, 
drilling you in what you need to change."

I then got very suspicious and very angry.  "You tricked me!  Hid my 
clothes!  You're forcing me into this!  Trying to make me over into a 
girl!  I won't be bullied!  I won't-"

At this point sis was a bit shocked, and I think upset.  Mom, ever 
the strong parent, interrupted me with a stern, "Enough!"  After I 
quieted down, she said, "Your clothes have not been hidden.  Your 
sister took them and put them in your hamper.  Now, yes, we did 
remove them so you wouldn't use them as an excuse to chicken out at 
the last moment, but if you want to end this, say so.  We'll get you 
out of all this and you go back to your room and this is nothing but 
a memory.  But we see you around Larry, and the hurt you feel at not 
being with him hurts us.  We want to get you two together, and if you 
do this, you can achieve that goal.  I'm not saying it's going to be 
easy.  You're going to have to learn seventeen years of being a girl 
in under a month.  But if you stick with it, you will get your 
heart's desire and then some.  Now, do you want to continue or not?"

I thought about it.  I was scared.  I'm not sure why, though.  I knew 
down deep that my mom and sis would never do anything to really hurt 
me.  I mean sis may have teased me mercilessly at times, (what sister 
hasn't?) but she's always been there when I needed her.  I think I 
was scared partly because I was afraid of being caught as a guy in 
drag, partly because I was afraid of not being caught.  It doesn't do 
great things for a man's self-image to realize that he can easily 
make himself look like a woman.

I confessed, "I'm scared."

Mom wrapped her arms around me and held me close.  "I understand. 
This is going to be very scary.  In order to be successful, both for 
your and Larry's sake, you need to not only play the role, but be 
comfortable in it, at least comfortable enough not to be stiff and 
unrealistic.  It's going to require commitment and a lot of work.  If 
you don't think you can do it, then no one will blame you if you back 
out and say no, but you shouldn't base your decision on what you're 
going to do on your fear.  Try it, really put your all into it, then 
decide."

What could I say?  "Alright, I'll try."

So for the rest of the night, I stayed in girl clothes, with mom and 
sis giving me constant instructions on female deportment.  "Keep your 
legs together."  "Smooth your skirt out when you sit down."  "Take 
smaller steps."  Et cetera, et cetera.

I was a bit worried about what dad would say when he saw me.  I mean, 
what father is going to understand his son wanting to be in dresses 
so that he can date another guy?  But dad didn't even bat an eyelash. 
He walks into the room where sis and I were working, and asks, "How 
are my two little girls tonight?"  After we both gave a brief answer, 
he says, "Good, good," and sits down to read his newspaper. 
Actually, I shouldn't have been surprised.  Dad's magical sensitivity 
make him a lot more empathetic than he lets on.

So this goes on for the rest of the night, me trying my best to be a 
girl and mom and sis giving constant coaching from the sidelines. 
They kept this up for hours, and at one point, I asked, "Why do we 
have to do so much tonight?"

Then mom dropped the big bomb on me.  The first one, at least. 
"You've got to learn fast if you're going to make it to the first 
dress fitting tomorrow."

"Fitting?"

"Certainly you didn't think I was going to send you to the prom in 
some off-the-rack dress, did you?"

I was too stunned to respond.  Technically, I suppose it made sense. 
If I was going to the same dance as Melanie, as the same sex as 
Melanie, I'd be going through the same pre-prom preparations as 
Melanie.  I was worried about going out to a store as a girl, but I 
had decided to do this, so I didn't voice my worries.

It was late that night when we finished, and I walked back to my room 
by sis's side.  She helped me out of my outfit and make-up and then 
gave me a gift I will be eternally grateful for.  Before I could say 
a thing, she slipped a nightgown on over my head.  When I realized 
what I had on, I tried to object, but sis just kissed me and said, 
"Trust me on this one, little sis, you won't regret this step into 
femininity."

I decided to give it a shot and went to sleep in my new nightgown. 
To anybody listening: I will never go back.  It was a simple number, 
a quick sleeveless pull-over, and not one of the more racy styles 
designed to inflame the desire of my man that I have picked up since 
then.  If things had not worked out so well between Larry and me, mom 
still would've had to use a gun to get me out of my nighties.  I 
slept better in that soft shift than I could ever remember sleeping.

The time between that night and prom night was almost anti-climactic. 
There were those first going out in public jitters, but I quickly 
realized that they were baseless.  Thanks to the intensive at home 
drilling I got at night (the first as well as further nights) and the 
occasional whispers in the ear during the day, no one noticed I was a 
boy in a dress.  At least no one seemed to notice.

The fittings were a little more scary.  At times, I was in nothing 
more than my corset and underwear.  But if anyone noticed, they 
didn't say a thing.

Then came the day of the prom.  I was so nervous, I almost retched. 
Multiple times.  But then I came down the steps and saw Larry's face. 
The combined look of admiration and lust made the entire month all 
worth it.  He escorted me out to the car, opened the door for me, and 
helped me in.  We went to the dance, and had a fun time.  It kind of 
thrilled me to hear most of Larry's male friends compliment him on 
the babe he was dancing with.

After the dance, Larry took me up to lookout hill and parked.  I 
snuggled up to him and we watched the night sky for a while.  Well, 
he watched the night sky.  I watched the huge bulge in his pants. 
Finally, I screwed up enough courage and reached down and unzipped 
his pants.  As I fished his dick out, he said, "Susan," my selected 
name, "you don't have to do this."

I almost laughed.  Maybe he didn't expect me to do this, but now that 
I had started, part of me HAD to do it.  I leaned over and slurped 
his dick into my mouth, devouring it hungrily.

Oh, god, it was better than I ever could've hoped.  From the first 
lick, I was addicted to his throbbing manhood.  I got him as hard as 
I could, trying to get him to cum in my mouth, but before I could, he 
pulled me off of him and pushed me onto my back.  "I want to fuck 
you."

I was petrified, scared that he'd find out what I thought was my 
secret and stuttered out, "No, no, I don't-"

But he surprised me, saying, "It's okay, Jerry, I know what's in your 
panties."  I was so stunned, I couldn't say a thing as he said, "I've 
wanted you since the first day I met you.  There were just reasons I 
thought it would never happen."  He kissed me on the lips.  "But if 
you don't want this, just say so, and I'll back off."

Not want it?  Was he nuts?  "Take me now!" I finally managed to blurt out.

He smiled, lifted my legs, pulled my panties off just enough to 
expose my hole, and put his dick to me.  He shoved into me, getting 
me to scream in ecstasy.  I felt so filled with him inside me.  I 
looked into his eyes, and we smiled at one another.  We kissed as he 
began to shaft in and out of me.

Oh, god, how I loved that night.  My virginity was finally gone, and 
I had lost it to the man I loved.  I moaned and whimpered in desire, 
lust, and pleasure.  Larry fucked me long, lovingly, and powerfully 
until I came, screaming like a banshee.  I felt a bit guilty for 
that, but judging from the screams I heard from other cars, I guessed 
mine was just one orgasm in the night.

While we lay together, I asked him, "How did you know about me? 
Where did I mess up?"

"You didn't, lover."  He got a guilty face.  "This, you being in a 
dress, was... my idea."

"Were you afraid of anyone knowing you were gay?"

"Bi-sexual actually, but no, that wasn't it."

"Then... what?"

"I wanted to see you in a dress because... I want more than just a 
physical relationship with you.  I wanted to see if you could play 
the role of a woman, because I want you to be my wife.  I want to 
marry you.  I want to have children with you.  I want to spend the 
rest of my life with you.  Will you do that for me, Jerry?  Will you 
be my wife?"

At the time I didn't know exactly what he was asking.  I figured he 
was asking me to pretend to be a girl for the rest of my life, even 
to the point of making illegal claims about my sex so we could get 
married.  I wasn't sure about that, but it was hard for me to focus 
on anything other than Larry's 'spend the rest of my life with you.' 
I said, "Yes," doing little more than breathing the word.

Larry plastered his lips to mine and I felt this strange tingle pass 
through my body.  At the time, I thought it was just a really great 
kiss.  Hah!  Little did I know.

He once more rolled me onto my back, got above me and pushed into me. 
The feeling was great, but different than before.  Had I been a 
little less lost in the sensations, I might've noticed that his angle 
was all wrong for an anal penetration, and the feeling of his dick 
within me was all out of place.  The sensations were also far more 
electric and overpowering than they had been before, but somehow I 
just glossed over all of that, and when my orgasm came, I didn't even 
question that I experienced one orgasm after another in a rapid-fire 
jumble, my first multiple orgasm.

After we finished, Larry and I sat up together.  I said, "I want to 
fuck you now."

But he said, "Uh-uh.  I want to save my virginity for our wedding 
night.  I wasn't kidding about that, Susie.  I'm going to marry you."

I giggled.  "The guy getting fucked and losing his virginity on the 
wedding night?  Isn't that backwards?"

"Perhaps, but I've taken all your virginities tonight, and we need 
something to look forward to."

"So when are you going to marry me?"

"As soon after you graduate as I can."

"After I graduate?  That's over a year away."  I pouted a bit.

He lifted my face and kissed me.  "I think you're worth waiting for. 
Am I worth waiting for?"

"Of course.  That doesn't mean I want to wait."

He laughed.  I like his laugh.  Good, hearty, manly.  "Let's get you home."

As he drove me home, I noticed that my dress was stretched tight 
around my chest.  I thought that maybe the fabric had been twisted a 
bit in our sex play.  I still didn't get it.

When we got home, he gave me a soul-wrenching good night kiss on the 
doorstep and then left for his home.  I went inside, humming happily. 
Mom was waiting up for me, and asked, "Did you have a good time?"

I spun in place.  "Wonderful.  He asked me to marry him."

"Did you say yes?"

"Yes, I did," I said dreamily.  Then realizing who I was talking to, 
I asked, "You don't mind, do you?  Your son getting married to 
another guy?"

Mom just smiled this knowing smile.  "I think my 'son' needs to go 
upstairs and get out of his prom dress."

Figuring that her reply was either acceptance or a way of saying that 
we'd talk about it later (at the very least not stating no) I smiled 
and went upstairs.  I tried to get out of the dress, but for some 
reason, the zipper wouldn't work right.  Mom had followed me upstairs 
and asked, "Need help?"

I just grinned.  "I guess it was a more tiring night than I thought."

Mom said nothing as she unzipped me.  After I stepped out of the 
dress and slip and kicked off my shoes, I excused myself and headed 
to the bathroom, needing to pee.  But when I pulled down my panties, 
I nearly freaked.  There was nothing there to pull out!

I think I would've screamed had mom not clasped her hand over my 
mouth and said, "Shhhh.  Your dad had a rough day and doesn't need to 
hear you screaming."

"Mom, my dick... is gone."

"It's not gone.  Close your eyes and feel for the muscles of your 
penis.  The muscles will be further back than they were.  Move the 
penis out of your body."

I was a bit frantic, but did as she asked.  I was so relieved when it 
worked that I almost missed the bowl when I started peeing.  After I 
finished, she said, "Now concentrate on the same muscles and pull it 
back inside."

I tried to protest.  "But, mom-"

Mom then said, in her 'I will take no back talk' voice, "Do as I tell you."

And when mom uses that voice, there is no arguing with her.  So I 
didn't argue.  I just said, "No!" and stood there defiantly.

Mom then pulled out the big guns.  The Look.  Ever since we were 
kids, if we defied mom, all she had to do was level The Look at us, 
and we'd cave. Maybe it was psychic, maybe sheer intimidation, but 
nobody in the family, dad or sis included, stood up long against The 
Look.  Had mom kept it up, I'd've done whatever she asked to avoid 
that face, but she relented, actually looking guilty for having used 
The Look on me.  She softly said, "Come on into the bedroom.  We'll 
finished getting you undressed."

We went back into the bedroom and she helped me out of my corset. 
That was when I noticed it.  I had breasts!  I was so stunned, I 
barely managed to utter, "Mom, my breastforms..."

Rather matter-o-factly, she said, "No, dear.  Your breasts."

"Mom, wh- what happened to me?"

Mom sat me down on the bed.  "Dear, Larry did tell you he wanted you 
to be his wife?"

"Yes, but I thought-"

"He was speaking metaphorically?  No.  Larry is a sorcerer, working 
right alongside your dad and sister."

"But why-"  I looked down at my body.

"Dear, those with magical talent are a rare breed, so when two people 
with the talent seem compatible enough, they are brought together in 
hopes they will mate, maximizing the chances of magical offspring."

"But I don't have any magic.  At least not enough to train."

"No, but your sister does.  Originally, she and Larry were brought 
together to mate.  Problem was, it wasn't Melanie that Larry fell 
for.  It was you.  You so infested his mind that he was unable to 
even fake anything more than friendship with her because she reminded 
him of you.  But if Larry mated with Jerry, there would be no 
offspring.  So we all worked together to create Susan, Larry's 
wife-to-be."

"So I've got to be a girl, so I can be his baby factory?" I asked 
more than a little contemptuously.

"No.  Larry loves you.  You are soul-mated, and no matter what body 
you're in, he will spend the rest of his life loving you.  If you 
really felt you couldn't handle this, all you would have to do is 
call him, and he would rush back here to undo his magic.  But that 
will mean no children, and the end of his line.  But he would do that 
if you asked.  If you wanted, Larry would be your girl, but we both 
know you don't swing that way.  You'd still love him.  You just 
wouldn't want him sexually."

"I... I don't know about this."

"Then wait until you do know.  Try it first.  Larry should rest from 
casting a major transformation anyways.  If you find you can't stand 
it, then you can change back.  But if you give it a try, I think 
you'll stay Susan."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because you're like your dear old mom.  You're willing to do 
anything for your man."

I thought about what she had said, and asked, "Mom, how do you know 
so much about this?  You've got no more magic talent than I do."

She got this canary-eating cat's grin.  She pressed her dress down 
around her crotch and I watched as a bulge grew under the fabric she 
was holding.  "You're not the first to do this, and I dare say you 
won't be the last."  This was shocking.  Mom used to be a guy?  I'd 
never have guessed.

I didn't say anything.  What could I say?  I stood up and got a good 
look at myself in the mirror.  As far as girls went I was a good 
looker.  The woman in the mirror looked like a model right out of a 
fashion magazine.  I ran my fingers through my hair.  No longer was I 
wearing a wig.  Those sun gold tresses were all mine.  My legs were 
long and shapely and seemed ready to be stretched out on a pair of 
heels.  My hips and butt were big and round.  I think the phrase to 
describe them would be 'birthing hips'.

And my breasts?  How could I have ever missed those big globes?  Mom 
had gotten me a pretty big set of breastforms, but my breasts made 
those things look small in comparison.  I turned back to mom.  "Do 
these have to be so big?"

Mom laughed.  "Have to?  No.  Unfortunately, the spell Larry cast was 
influenced by his subconscious desires and he is, after all, a 
teenager.  You're actually pretty lucky.  When your father 
transformed me I had boobs out to here."  Mom held her hands about a 
foot in front of her current breasts.  "But a week's worth of back 
problems later, he shrunk me down to my current D cup."

"How big do you think I am?"

She gave me an intense look of scrutiny.  "Just a visual guesstimate, 
but I'd say triple D.  Maybe a bit bigger.  But your body is also a 
bit bigger than mine, so there should be no problem."

"So... now what do I do?"

"First, put that away."  Mom was pointing to my dick, still hanging 
between my legs.  "You should keep it withdrawn except when using it. 
Otherwise you risk exposure and questioning best avoided.  Then you 
go to sleep.  Tomorrow you start the rest of your life as a girl."

"Assuming I decide to stay this way."

Mom gave me this condescending smile.  "Of course, dear.  One other 
thing, though.  For the rest of the summer, when you pee, sit down to 
pee.  It'll get you into the habit for when you're out in public." 
She then gave me a good night kiss and left for her room.

I didn't put my dick away right off.  After I got out of my make-up 
and into a nightie, I spent a little while playing with myself, 
fingering my new cunt while stroking my dick and breast.  It was 
quite a sensation.

Over the next year, mom and sis constantly coached me on being a 
girl.  Sometimes they were a bit demanding about it.  Anytime either 
one caught me standing to pee, they'd swat my ass, saying, "If you 
were sitting on it, I couldn't swat it."  Nothing hard or nasty, mind 
you.  Just enough to let me know I was doing something wrong.

Now, about a month after I've graduated, I'm getting married, walking 
down the aisle in my white wedding gown.  I personally think the 
white is a bit much.  Over the last year, Larry and I have been doing 
it like rabbits.  Doing everything but that last step and ramming my 
dick into his ass.  To symbolize that, dear Larry is wearing a white 
tux for the wedding.  I can't wait till tonight to change that.  I 
plan on making him squeal like a piggy when I pump him full of my cum.

All in fun, of course.  Despite being the victim of a conspiracy to 
get me here, I really do like what I've become.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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