And Liz didn't do it. She just told me." Nicki sighed and I lifted up to kiss her lips softly. "I was complaining because I have to have my hair touch...d up and my pubes grow out faster than my head. I don't want to go to a beauty parlor and have some stranger staring up my cunt while she bleaches my pubes. So Liz told me to wax it, the bitch," she hissed."I was just offering a suggestion," Liz giggled. "I never expected you to go out and do it." I wouldn't have, but that shampoo you told me I. But, from what I read on this website –though I don't really believe it – I was different from most boys. I have never lusted after Mom, never searched through a laundry hamper looking for damp panties to sniff or to use in lieu of a tissue for masturbation. Never did I sneak through her lingerie drawer to feel the soft garments that had covered her skin. Never once did I even think of trying to catch a glimpse of her naked body in the shower, water shining off her body. When I masturbated, it. I didn’t come out or start dating women until I was 30. At the time it seemed like such a relief to not have to perform a hetero role because I had a lot of deeply buried feelings that I had to deal with. Having a break from social expectations of heterosexuality helped me to redefine myself. Some people have a hard time wrapping their brains around the idea of a changeable gender because they see a natural definition of gender roles that seems rather inherent. However, I am not one who sees. Me: Ahh…. hmm.. I ll dress the wound now..SIS: ok, do it fast..As I applied tincture over the wound, she made a soft hissing sound unable to bear the burning nature of it.. I noticed that there were also small wounds under her bra straps and some of the abrasions were stretching from her back to her armpits.. ,my mind was turning wicked now and I convinced myself that I wanted my sweet angel for myself and I ll not part her with anyone..After dressing that wound , I made a wicked plan to see.