“Sam, it’s Joe from upstairs. Are you OK?”The rattle of a distant tube train made me jump, but I thought I caught something else; a sound sensed...more than heard. I strained to listen, but couldn’t hear anything at all, but all my instincts told me something was off. Pushing open the door a little more. I called out, “Sam, it’s Joe, I’m coming inside, you left your door open.”This time I heard it. Somewhere inside the flat someone groaned and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up.I edged. I have used Shofteem asthe title of one of my short stories. It also has significance to me asa transgendered individual containing the phrase: You (are) afflicted(and) drunk without wine.That sums up not only my experience, but also almost all transgenderexperiences. We start out early being ostracized by the other kidsbecause they know we are different. If our brain is female the boysdon't want to hang around a sissy and the girls don't want to be with anicky boy. If we have a male brain. I tenderly fondled those boobs to my heart’s content. Then I held her close to me pressing her big boobed chest against me and kissed her on her rosy lips.Suddenly, she withdrew taking her hand away from my cock. But did not try to cover her boobs. I did not know what to do. I was so close to achieving my goal of fucking my own mother. Now everything was uncertain. I decided not to push my luck too much.I had made a start. That was good enough. I dropped my shorts to the floor and stood before. He caught a nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue rapidly across it. She quivered under his mouth then bent down and placed her lips over his then tapped the end of her tongue on his lips for entrance. She flexed her sweet tasting tongue, tickling the tip of his as her arms encircled his chest, her firm young breasts crushed between them. His hands were busy roaming over her body, head, neck, and back. He paid special attention to her legs, caressing them from knee to ass. He was awed.