As we took off, he confessed that he really liked me and wanted to take it to a different level, and that he was horny for me. I didn't know what to s...y at first, but I was curious how the night was going to go. We had to pick his cousin up, and drop him off at his aunt's house. We parked the car by the garage while waiting for him to get done with what he needed to do. He started to feel my breasts through my shirt, then he his hands brushed up my legs to my thighs. I brushed him off at first. ?Well, I ?? she stuttered. ?I guess the proper term is slut or whore.?The men around her did not even blink.?Indeed, Tammy, a whore.? He fixed her with his eyes. ?That is what you are.?She stared dumbfounded.?A woman who goes to a bar to pick up men and spend the night with them is a whore.?Tammy’s face turned a bright red. How had they found out? She was trying to find ways to deny everything, but knew it would be in vain. She lowered her eyes.?Well, it seems at least you are still able to. He was not onlymy GP but also a team mate in the rugby club and a friend of longstanding.Sam and I searched the net for a reliable source of estrogen breastcream, testosterone blockers and female hormone pills. We found asupplier in Canada that checked out fairly well. Transgender chat roomswere quite useful and I registered on a couple just to get tips andinformation. I then started mugging up on the process of getting onto atransition programme. I spent hours reading through people's accounts. And yet ... while I didn’t have a before-and-after comparison for certain things, overall it was clear to me that she was just putting on a good face for the world. Increasingly, she asked me not to work out or to run with her, so she could be alone. She skipped several Saturday mornings at the mall. We stopped eating dinner together unless I cooked, and even then, she would make her excuses and leave my apartment shortly after she was done eating. And she mostly went through the motions at.