People really needed to stop wishing on accident.I motioned him to speak. A tiny wish, again, we agreed on. The last timehe made 'a really tiny' wish,...he ended up as my best friend ever.He sighed. "I _wish_ I knew what's going on in your head," he said,coolly.I mentally revolted. It was one thing to get a best friend out ofnowhere, but it was entirely different to have him read your mind! Butmy inner protest couldn't do anything against it. Instead, myconsciousness got pushed out of my body yet. I had awesome legs and a gorgeous ass. It didn't even hurt anymore, not after the wine. "Amazing."I wore a white halter top, a nice one, showing some good cleavage and just a hint of dark nipple as a bra would be wasted beneath it. I borrowed Stacy's makeup and brushed my blonde hair, pulling it back in a loose ponytail and I actually looked twenty-five again, or maybe twenty-six. A college grad student, that's what I looked like, and it was a real contrast from my whorish appearance the night. I was escaping the wrath of my mother, the confusion of my older brother and younger sister, and reminiscing about the Anglo father I never knew growing up. I changed my birth name (Brianna) to Bronx, cut my hair to reflect the style most young men wore at that time, and began to deal with my life as a transgender male. Yeah, I was a wreck. My mother was expecting me to marry a young man within the Muskogee nation, but I kept telling her that I was struggling with myself. I was in the wrong. Cunnilingus to me is like being given an aphrodisiac. I love the way that a lover spontaneously opens her legs as you kiss your way down. Kissing her neck, then lingering over each of her nipples prior to licking and kissing to her navel, simultaneously running your hand down her open thighs. Kissing her Mons as you move between her legs to kiss her thighs and licking the angles of her groins, sensing the increasing of her ardour as you get that initial odour of her rising passions as her.