Like Tears In Cum
The loud banging on the bathroom door announced that Mistress was growing impatient. “Hurry up 285! It's been a long day and I need to nut!” Two eighty five. Yes, that was his name now. He used to have a real name. A male name. He used to have a male face and body as well. No longer. It started with a 'J', didn't it? Jerry? Jacob? John? John! That sounded right. 'Yes, my name is John! But I must never say it out loud or Mistress will be furious.' The hormone treatments and...