I finished loading the machine and turned towards the door, looking at Dad and John who was now changing positions, Dad had John bent over the dining ...able and was about to ram his cock home in John’s Ass. “Have fun” They said as I left to go upstairs. My heart was racing; the climb up those few stairs seemed to be like climbing a mountain. I knocked on Moms bedroom door, Like when I do the headmasters office door at school,. He could never understand why his mother was upsetwhen he would play with her clothes and make up. By the age ofeight his parents had already tried counseling and failed. They wereespecially aware of this when John told of his repeating dream ofgoing into sex reassignment surgery. As time went by John let his hair grow down to his shoulders andhad it done in a very female style. As soon as he?d leave his househe?d slip a pair of breast forms into the bra he had on under hisshirt. Then one. She looked up at me with her big, beautiful blue eyes. How I wanted to nut all over that soft, precious face of hers, to see my cream dripping from those pink, pouty lips. I moved over to the sofa and took a seat. She slinked over to me and moved forward between my legs. She took hold of my firm dick with one hand, ran her tongue along the side of it, and lightly slapped the side of her face with it. She giggled and made baby eyes to me, ‘It’s so big, Sam.’ I gave her a smirk. ‘Suck it, baby,’. Lovely patent leather shoes with a cute buckle strap, sometimes apunched floral design and others a small heel.Oh, you can even remember the first day painted nails were allowed inschool, envy the light lipgloss and quietly are drawn to the powerfulyet delicate little silver necklaces.I had so wished to join them linking together and thrilling over eachnew discovery. As for the hair.... those ribbons and plaits so carefullydone by proud mothers to match summer dresses. And those shiny.