It's a guy from school." Oh, wow," was the only reply I could muster. To myself, I said, Seamus dragged his feet for way too long, and now he's blown ...t."Maybe you should check in with Seamus," advised my wife. I nodded in agreement, and gave him a call."Yeah, I know about it," my brother said nonchalantly. "Lisette told me yesterday. She's nuts about the dude. I'm happy for her."That kind of reply threw me for a loop. "You're cool with this?" Of course. Why wouldn't I be? Like I'm always. “Looks like you are, and you are a mess on top of that,” I said back. “What happened? The oil pan spring a leak?”“Something like that,” Butch answered in an annoyed voice, “What do you want? You come back to pay for the repairs?”“Well I don’t have it all, so I was hoping we could work something out,” I answered trying to sound cheerful. I thought to myself; it was now or never. Since I was already touching his leg, I let my hand go to his crotch. It was quite an impressive bulge I felt through. My sister Pia was changing, her body that is. I was envious of her breasts, her nipples puffed and cup-caked, something she knew drove men wild with passion for her.They had a double effect as they made me feel more inadequate, as my flat chest resembled that of a young boy, but my nipples held the promise of more to come, as they protruded magnificently as evidence of my femininity, especially to any man wishing for a female to hold himself against.Back then breasts were the dominant feature. There was something so mysterious, so intriguing. I wanted to brush her hair aside and bury my face in the curve of her neck, feel the pulse of her heartbeat, the prickle of goosebumps on her skin.For days, I thought it over. Obsessively. As intrigued as I was, I was terrified; anything could go wrong. It could be awkward, creepy, or just plain bad. I might not like them, they might reject me, or they could be crazy weirdos. After all was said and done, it seemed like it would be ok. We kept.