I feel the full weight of a woman’s breasts hanging from my chest.  I feel the ache of a hungry and empty pussy between my legs…

But I look at my own body through my eyes and in the mirror and still this dysjointed form is still there.  The flesh I have, is not the flesh I feel.  It’s maddening, it feels so wonderful, I want someone to touch my phantom flesh.  It feels so real, I long to feel it pressed aganst other flesh.

But by tomorrow, it will be gone again and I will once again feel the dysjointed male flesh that hangs onto my soul.


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