No greeting, just that.“Uh, Fiona? Can’t I stay with you?” I said.“You heard me. Run along, now”, she said, looking away from me, dismissing...me altogether.This time she didn’t say anything when Kira and Megan laughed at me. I couldn’t understand her. Sometimes she would be so warm and caring, and other times it was like I meant nothing to her. I couldn’t help pouting. I lowered my head, hoping they didn’t see it, and slowly walked away as they chattered to each other, an animated back and forth. I won’t blabber about the size of the dick because I believe sex is an art. The story is not a fiction, hence is a bit long please bear with me. The heroine of the story is Amanda (name changed) 33 years of age, living with her mom and a mother of three daughters and husband working abroad.Amada’s mom and mom have been really close friends so our families knew each other well, going on trips together, evenings together, parties etc… Amanda has a great figure 32-28-30, she maintains her body. The submissiveness, the softness, and other stereotypicalexpectations of transformed MtFs). The following passage is an adaptation of a part of Mark McDonald's Skin Deep (without his explicit permission). Join me in exploring and questioning what TG fiction is really about andin exploring yourself in a new mirror - once again.-Remirror, 2009=================================================================As I went down, my vision started to clear; I wouldn't die blind after all. I remember. He closed his eyes.She took him to the beach the next day. He wanted to go, despite his illness. She shut the engine off, and the two of them sat silently in the car as they watched the sea from the parking lot. They could barely hear the roar of the waves as they crashed mercilessly into obtruding rocks. Pelicans rearranged themselves from a line to a "V", dipping close to the choppy waters. Fall had come early this year, the beach growing too cold for teenagers and families to enjoy. They had.