“Aaaagggghhhh! . . . . aaaagggghhhh! . . . I’m pissing myself! . . . ok! . . open the door!”I opened the door ajar again and put my head around ...o see if mom was indeed stripping off, and she was. There she was on the landing, less than 3 feet away from me, franticly trying to get her clothes of, groaning even more intense due to how her bodily movements were affecting her bladder.A few moments later, my plan had worked and my secret dream had come true, mom was naked in front of me, despite. Four years of college should be enough time to reach my goal, but as formoney, well that was something I would have to work for - literally!So you already know step one. Start wearing dresses; convince everyoneI was transgendered. When I registered for classes I let them know inno uncertain terms as well. And that is how they treated me; they evenset me up in a gender-neutral dorm to assist in my transitioning. Theyhad a local LGBT chapter, (Lesbian, Gay, Bi, Transgender), and I joinedthat. His first name was Arthur and he readily admitted he was married. But he said nothing about being the high school principal and Brenda said nothing about Ken being one of his students.It took some time for him to get around to the main point, but finally he said, "This place is a little stuffy, don't you think? We could find something better than this." Like where?" Brenda said. She was feeling the alcohol and her fingers gripped his thigh as she tried to steady herself."Well... What about a. Some women say size isn’t important. Others say the opposite. I think that the man caring for the woman, and doing his best to do the things that please her will have far more effect than size. My tongue never penetrated you more than a half-inch or so, but you seemed to enjoy it pretty well,” he gently chided her.She blushed and glanced at him, then looked back at his cock. “Can I touch it?”“Sure,” he said with a laugh, “but pull those shorts the rest of the way down. They feel weird where.