Erotic Transformation Flow
My story began in the worst of nightmares, but ended in my dreams
coming true. It was in the trenches, in 1917, that I knew that I
could not go on. As a man I was expected to fight, to win
victory, or suffer death trying. I could never do any of that,
and I did succeed in escaping.
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Then she kissed me good night, and told me `Tomorrow, Antoinette,you have much to learn.' I was still in a state of shock, and did not know what to think of it all. But I now felt assured that no-one would ever again make demands upon my manhood which I would never be able to meet.
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