We were 10 more km away, and she said she had to pee bad. I said we’ll go to our place in another 20 minutes. She told me that she could not control...the urge and asked me to stop.I said that there’s no washroom here. To which she said, “I know, but it’s an emergency. I’ll go to the woods.” It was a less populated area and a rural one. Barely there were any vehicles, so I said okay.She told me, “Hey idiot. I’ll feel scared. Come along with me.” I went along with her she told me to turn around.. Deborah was older, really obese, and reminded me of someone that would gladly be on the Jerry Springer show. She was straight up white trash. When she wasn’t in someone else's business, she was usually complaining about how terrible her life was. I couldn’t handle standing near her. She reeked of sweat and body odor. I avoided her like the plague. The day went by incredibly slowly. There wasn’t anything for me to do but watch and observe. I clocked out at the end of my shift and went home to. I pray nightly that I wont wake up from this dreamland. He means so much to me&hellip, It was the summer of 2008. I had just turned 16 in May and purchased my first car: a worn, but still beautiful, 1978 Camaro. My dad and I planned to restore it in the coming years, and the final project in turn it would become my graduation present. This summer, as always, my family and I were on vacation in a small beach town in Florida. I woke up early that morning and decided to try running along the. Lol. I have always been a sissy and I don't want to change again. Needless to say something so complicated has been difficult in my life. Through the years I've grown to embrace it and now, well now I fucking love it! Instead of fighting these feeling's, I am going deeper into this seemingly secret and highly sexual transvestite, transgender and total sissy lifestyle! Raised, lived with and SEVERELY feminized by narcissistic Mother and even more by my EXTREMELY narcissistic Grandmother. A good.