I think that was when I started to realize I was not just gay but also transgender because I felt more myself when I dressed and acted like a girl.I a...so started shaving my body. I was not very hairy and did not even have chest hair but what little hair I had I shaved and also used hair removal cream on my arms and legs. I did make the mistake of putting it on my crotch and learned the hard way that was not a good idea; it burned like crazy. I never told David I was practicing being a girl. Then your thighs and inner thighs, reaching up to your vagina with my oily fingers.Even your feet.Then I return to your ass. I rub some oil off your ass so I can lick it and kiss it.Then I rake my fingernails along your ass, leaving an impression.I massage and knead some more oil into it.You are turning me on, even though I am fully dressed.My cock is getting hard.I help you turn over so you are lying on your back.Your head is supported so you can watch my oily fingers teasing your naked body.I. Josh had dark blue eyes and long, curly brown hair, which was (prematurely!) streaked with silver. He hung out on the steps in front of our high school with other boys who smoked cigarettes and, occasionally, joints in the bushes. Both of our sets of parents were slowly but surely separating, and both Josh and I were paradoxically desperate to assert our independence from them by mimicking the very expressions of rebellion they had taught us. We listened to Neil Young and Bob Dylan. We wore. After the rockers had finished with me there was anawkward silence; no more of the false bravado, laughterand piss taking; just an embarrassed murmuring amongthemselves. When they left, it took me a good fifteenminuets to pull myself together; I just sat on thebales crying. I could hear Timmy speaking to me.“Jenny; Jenny; untie me; get this wire off me.” I remember looking at him and seeing that he hadanother hard on; I thought if I freed him he would fuckme too. Nothing seemed to.