.. why not?... won't... maybe... together?... I'd just die!... we'll see." OK, girls... Just pile all that stuff on the toilet and get your froz...n butts in the shower. Holler when your in, and I'll get your things into the washer."A moment later the water came on, and I heard the cloud of giggles slide the curtain shut. The washing machine was in the garage, on the other side of my miniscule bathroom, so I waited 'til I heard a snigger of, "OK, We're in, Dad. You can get 'em now."Sliding. When she opened her mouth and accepted my tongue, my animal like lust was forgotten. Although my body was crying out for relief, my mind would have been satisfied to spend eternity with my mouth pressed against hers, my hands sliding over the satin of her skin and feeling of contentment and peace as the warm water washed over us.She brought me back to my senses by breaking the kiss. She put her head on my chest and gasped, "I have never been kissed quite like that." She slid her hand down to my. I enjoy the hot flashes and the confusion I feel the next few days and I love the feminine rushes that sometimes make me perspire. I do get those once or twice a day. The only problem is that there is a letdown when the hormones wear off later in the week and my male testosterone begins to balance the female hormones out. Then I just feel a bit flat and get prone to depression. I have talked with Helen about this and she is considering whether or not to provide me with two doses a week,. " "CHELLE!" I called out as she turned and walked away but she ignored me. I suppose I could have run after her and demanded she drive me home, but the confidence she had that I could pass myself off as a girl must have rubbed off on me. 'Damn her!' I thought; 'I'm gonna do this.' I caught the bus but was full of trepidation; it looked like it was going to be fairly full and I would have to sit next to someone. Looking worried, I found a seat and sat. A girl of about my age eased in beside me..