Being Useful on the Farm
I was out in the fields with him... helping him with his stress. As he slid into my backside I said, "Ohhh…. I know I was too weak as a boy to help on the farm… but… mmmfff (oh you’re so big!) why didn’t you give me testosterone instead of those cow hormones?"
He grunted and said, “Because now you can help the way a farm hand never could. I knew you’d fill out those dresses… after the hormones kicked in… (you’re so tight!) and you’ve done so good in the kitchen and the house…”
“But… oh! Oh! OHHH! Mmm… everyone thinks {pant} I’m a woman…. The women in the village are making a wedding dress {ohgodyes} for me! I’m a man, we can’t get married!”
“You’re not a man, anymore… (ohyeah… grip like that!) Sunday we go to the church, then you move into my bed… and you’ll be my little bride… forever…”