I had seen other young men my age naked all over the world and I wasn't the biggest by any means. But I thought my cock was well made and I was eager ...o use it for its other intended purpose. Just looking at my image in the mirror stopped the blood flow in my penile veins and caused it to engorge. As a feat of manhood, I hung my damp bath towel over my erection and walked proudly from the bathroom. I got dressed and headed to school. As I walked in the same side door I always used, a familiar. The story is 90% G, and 10% R.Mike versus Michelle 1: I'm not a sissyMost people who know me...and I mean really know me, can't understand howor why I could have given up my life as a boy to become a woman. Ofcourse the reason they don't understand is because they don't know me aswell as they think they do. Its hard to tell by looking at me now, but up until last year, I was aregular looking boy who was leading a rather average life. I had friendsand played sports. Girls liked me and I. However this time something was different, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. She kissed her dad good bye and smiling she led me to a road that went through the fields. She started to brush her hand against mine a couple times but when I offered to carry the picnic basket she grabbed my hand and asked if it was alright to hold hands while we walked. Who was I to say no to that request and I was starting to think that she was indeed interested in me. Okay Daryl, I told myself, she is a friend. It started out with flirting and teasing, casual but, fun, nothing serious. It was when we both graduated high school where it got interesting.Maria, had gotten into it, with my aunt and uncle, and I had just moved into a small one story house. So naturally, she stayed at my place. I volunteered to sleep on the couch, and she would take the bedroom. I have always liked to think of myself as a gentleman, and tried my best to live up to that idea. It wasn’t ideal, considering it only had.