My tits did grow to a formidable size later. I was pretty much disgusted at that time with my penis so I tried to not to touch except when I really ne...ded to. And when I talked with the girls about girly things I always referred to my ass as my vagina. It was fun times.At least until I went home. Even though I was officially approved for sex change my father hated the fact and tried to humiliate me at every possible occasion in hope that I will give up and grow up as a man. My mom left us when. Susan said that if Lesly didn’t when she went away to college she was going to do it. Lesly said that she couldn’t bare the thought of Susan making love to me if she hadn’t. I said then you really didn’t want to do this, did you. She said that she had always wanted to, but could never get up enough nerve to do it. She had wanted to many times when we were home alone but would always chicken out and just go to her room and finger herself. She decided that this trip would be the best time to do. Put your new shoes on, darling."I sat on the edge of the bed, and lifted one foot over the other knee."No, Peter, you are not thinking again, stand up again."I stood, and was told to go over to the mirror."Turn round and look at the back of the skirt. See how you've creased italready?"Yes, she was right, the seat was all screwed up and creased under mybum. I also noticed how much leg I was showing at the back, and with theskirt rucked up, I caught a glimpse of the edge of my panties."Now let's. I keep the lights off in the bathroom. My hands feel cold and I think I might have a panic attack. Maybe I should just stay here till it’s over. I start thinking about what they could be doing to each other. All I hear is the sound of wet kisses and moans. I start getting hard in spite of myself. I unzip my pants and I stroke myself. I feel harder than I’ve ever been. I take a peak, it looks like they’re laying down on the couch, I can’t get a good view. I walk out some and see black legs and.