Lenore ignored my comment and started rocking just a bit more. "Mark?" she said shyly."It sounds like you have a nasty question to ask me," I said car...fully."Not nasty, but..." Lenore began. "Mark, do you really want Ashley to be pregnant when she graduates?" I think it is something she needs," I admitted. "She's a bit nervous about our relationship." Why would she be?" Lenore asked. "It's clear to anyone who looks that you adore her." But that's just it," I said. "I've heard the sophomores on. It may have been my imagination, but I was nearly certain that our breathing synchronized. Clearly not a figment of my imagination was Elizabeth’s hand on mine as we pulled into my parking spot. Turning to face her, I softly said, ‘Let’s go upstairs.’ As we walked inside, our hands bumped, and our fingers slowly intertwined. We shared our first kiss as the elevator creaked to my floor. With no shame about being maudlin, I can only say that the kiss, while brief, was magical. If there is. Through diet I've become slender, and through shapewear I have asomewhat defined waist. I have been taking propecia, which is doingwonders for my hair, but is also an androgen blocker. I've also beentaking herbal supplements for breast development which may be placebos,but I do have some results to show for it. Small results, but resultsnonetheless.Still, I was born male and maintain certain male libidinal desires. Inorder for our relationship to work, these desires must be controlled. After yanking the milk out of the fridge and slamming the silverware drawer shut I finally got a response. “Does your dad know you’re wearing that skirt?” He asked not looking up. I turned to face him angrily. “Um, I think I am capable of dressing myself without my fathers approval.” I snapped then poured flakes into my bowl. Devin casually set his phone down and looked up at me. “I wouldn't be too sure.” He shrugged. I paused. “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked suddenly.