Every day I was fucking her. She was literally a keep to me. Finally, I told my friends that Pooja is staying in my place and everything that happened...in between. All of them wanted to fuck her. I asked them to wait. I really liked Pooja and wanted her to be my serious girlfriend.But she was not interested. She wanted to marry a very rich guy and settle down. That’s her goal. Even though I’m rich, she still wanted someone richer. So I understood literally she was a whore for money.One day she. Today I'm standing on the ramp of a little country airport with my HUSBAND and my friends, waiting for more friends to fly in.Beside me is a neat little seven year old girl that halfway wants to call me 'Mom' and the other half of her wants to call me 'Sis' and I'm happy about that.I have this family now. We're spread over three different states for the moment, but I have ROOTS that go back to Louisiana and Alabama and, looking at Susan, blonde, smiling, happier that the law allows, right here. It was his mom when she was a grad student. Jesus. She was naked on the floor, weight mostly on one hip, leaning forward on her hands, staring straight at the camera. Not a mean face, no, but she wasn’t smiling. She was serious. Her breasts were full, round, firm, nipples showing nicely. The funny thing in the picture was the dog lying right in front of her, on its side, sleeping.Around then I began wondering whether there might be something going on between Mike and his mom. He talked about. One thingwas very obvious. We didn't have enough furniture for our house. Wedecided to wait until after we got back from our honeymoon to finishfurnishing the house.Dr. Rosen, my psychologist, gave me a referral to another psychologist inthe Seattle area, Dr. Cheryl Markston. Dr. Markston specialized intransgendered patients and we had three sessions before I got married.From talking with me, Sandi and Dr. Rosen, she concluded that was ready tostart hormones. She referred me to Dr. John Johnson.