Shemale snapped

Camilla teased him a bit, pretending to give him a mini-tour of her room, but he was only interested in the bed. Before long they were both on the bed; both shedding footwear and clothing fast. Henry was pulling his clothing off and revealing his cute little scrawny body to her just as quickly as he could. His red cock popped out of his boxer shorts and then Henry began tugging at the straps of her dress.

Camilla started to get a little panicky as her dress came off. How would he react to the surprise between her legs? Her heart had been racing from their steamy smooching, but now her heart felt like it was going to pound right out of her chest. Camilla started to think about how she trusted him. She said she did. He said he'd take care of her. Maybe she should have sat him down beforehand and had a discussion in which she explained -

"What the fuck?" She heard him whisper, to himself at first. Once he'd gotten her dress off, the bulge was obvious in her panties. Henry couldn't comprehend it for a good few seconds. Camilla had a cock? Were his eyes deceiving him? Henry knew that they weren't. Camilla did have a cock!

"Baby." Camilla said softly, reaching out to him.

Henry jumped up and once the initial shock disappeared, he was angry. "You have a dick! Why didn't you tell me you weren't a woman!" He said with a disgusted look.

"I am, I am a woman. Baby come here. Let me explain." Camilla reached out for him but he dodged her hand.

"Get away from me! You have a fucking dick!" Things were happening so fast. Henry hurried around the room and tried to collect his things. Camilla could feel the pit in her stomach grow.

"I do but please don't go." She was on the verge of tears. " Let me explain. Just lay back down honey and give me a chance explain."

Henry pulled his pants up. He said, "Don't ever call me again. Looking at you makes me sick."

"Looking at me makes you sick." Camilla muttered the words back to herself, tears now freely rolling down her beautiful face. Henry grabbed his shirt and bolted out the bedroom door. Camilla had fallen back on the bed. She tried to ignore the cotton feeling in her throat and burning hot tears streaming down her face.