"There, there little one. Was it that difficult to admit you area girl and not a man? You just have to overcome your falsemachism and start to think l...ke the girl you are."With that she uncuffed me and went to her magical suitcase. Shepulled out a pink babydoll with matching frilly panties and heldit out towards me. I knew better than not to take it. Quckly Idonned the clothes and I saw her delighted smile."Yes, pink suits you honey. I'll keep you in pink and frills forthe rest of your life."I. ” The girl put an elegantly manicured hand to her ample chest and warmed Harold’s heart with a look of sincere condolence. This cannot be an easy job for someone with a compassionate soul, Harold thought. “Mr. Laurier is in exposition hall B, which is here on your right.”“Thank you. Also...” He stopped her from getting back on her knees. “When do you think your mouth will be available?”The girl’s smile subtly changed from sympathetic to apologetic. “I just started with the gentlemen here.” She. The numerous tensions of a growing boy, the adolescent distractions... his sexual awakening.The second page had started to suggest how many sons' realize their mother's are women as well as their parent. Feeling a clench in my heart, I kept reading, agreeing with the unknown author. The end of that same page explained that most mother's knew of their child's sexual awakening but felt powerless, confused, proud and even a little intrigued. It was all so true - at least from my own. The party itself was pretty well-behaved. Jenny’s mom was playing the cool-mom chaperone, but no drinking, no pot smoking. Jenny wasn’t that kind of person. So, the best I had going for a couple of hours was watching the other guys jockey to check out Kelly’s body from any angle that they could.Around the time we were munching hot dogs and burgers, we heard (to me) a near orgasm-inducing thunder coming from the front of the house. A number of guys followed the sound of the pied-piper. We.