Besides, she needs me...”“Pipe down, runt.” Sabac’s eyes swept Anna, up and down. She was turned out in a white halter and soft, clinging shor...s. She was twenty-two, in the flower of her womanhood, and everywhere but her face, it showed; Sabac took in lithe, tanned limbs. Her ass was a little flat, but that was okay. The exposed midriff had a sweet roundness to it that did NOT suggest fat and the breasts in the halter were pendant, and capped with pink, puffy nipples that defined themselves. " Just fine! We'll talk about your cup size later, but does this mean...what does it mean?" I... I can't go back mother!" Then I started to cry.Giving up ones birth right is a very serious thing, especially for a boy,yet I had just done it. I had elected to give up the edge that society hasbuilt in for the boys, for the uncertainties of being a girl. There wouldbe no more rushing into the bath at most events. Instead there would bethe long lines. There was the pressure of looking nice at all. Devo stare attento a non mostrare il minimo segno di disappunto, anzi, è meglio io dica "oh sì, che sonno è venuto anche a me". Lei allora mi guarda e dice "perchè cosa volevi fare?" ed è fondamentale che io risponda "andare a letto, perchè?" così lei dice "allora cosa aspetti? vai!". Lei si dirige in bagno, dove di solito impiega circa venti minuti per prepararsi a dormire, mentre io mi dirigo in bagno con il mio cazzo duro e in circa dieci minuti sono sotto le coperte con solo la maglia del. He smiled at me, rubbing my cheek."Don't worry about it. I'm always here for ya." I smiled at his words, nodding as he made his way back into the living room. Seeing him leave made my mind wander - The love I felt for him, was it really just from the situation, or were real feelings beginning to develop? This is really confusing …Various things ran through my mind as I made my way upstairs. What if he didn't love me back? What if it disgusted him? What if he never spoke to me again? What if he.