Kyle was a perfect specimen of manhood, except for the fact that he *had* no manhood! "Kyle, was I.Kyle was a perfect specimen of manhood, except for the fact that he *had* no manhood! "Kyle, was I...um, I wasn't seeing things, was I?" I asked weakly. He smiled wanly and stood up. I watched him move back to the sofa, searching for some trace of femaleness in him. But his arms and legs, which I had seen many times before, were still pure macho. The part of his chest revealed by the robe was flat and muscular. The robe was tight around his narrow waist, and (as ever), his hips weren't one inch wider than that waist. The only evidence of Kyle's true gender was what was (and/or wasn't) at his crotch. "If you mean 'am I really a girl,' you saw right. I am female where it counts. |