“I have to concentrate; I can’t let her know I’m bored. She keeps rubbing herself on me like crazy and moaning while I just glue my face to hers wanting that she just reach her climax. She became so lesbian. I just wish I still had my original equipment, damn, I wish that at least I could enjoy this like the lesbian I’m pretending to be. But it’s getting harder and harder to maintain this farce. I’m dreaming about men almost every night now. Worse than that, the protagonists of my dreams are boys, boys that barely left high school. When I’m outside, I frequently catch myself staring at them, and I know they check me out too, and I like it, I like it a lot. I’m not sure if I’m still doing a good job hiding it from her. I guess it’s just a matter of time, but I don’t know how to tell her that her husband is now a very heterosexual girl, I’m not ready to admit that I’m into guys now. I’m already wearing panties daily for some time; I’m already letting her do some makeup on me. I’m enduring all this, but no, this one I’m not ready for. I can’t stand one more shame. Even more, a big one like this that can even tear us apart, no I have to be strong for us. Damn you Great Shift that put me in this body.” Read more