"Fine, Patricia. How are you?" I responded."Great. Let's get to the point. Your mother and I have discussed yoursituation and I have told her what ... believe your condition is. I thinkyou are a possible transsexual, but that is not for certain." I wasdisappointed to hear this. I know what I am, and that's a girl. I wasgoing to chime in when she continued. "I can see you are upset overthis, but you shouldn't be. That is almost always my diagnosis in thesematters. What I told your mother. .. my... god... yessssssss... this is what i want... " i moan " your cock is fucking huge !!! " my hand slides 2 his smooth shaved scrotum 2 feel his silky balls. as i touch him & skin his long 4skin back 2 expose his girthy glans i can see his wide cock-slit ooze a shiny pearl of slimy pre-cum already. i stroke his thickening shaft & slowly milk out more of his slippery juice then smear it all over his dark purple knob & down the length of his throbbing veiny shaft. he spreads his muscular. This was the challenge his Dad had told him about. He and his little hot rod had just been challenged by this well dressed young man, driving his sporty little Jaguar foreign car.Hoot looked at him and grinned, nodding at the man.The young man grinned back at him and they took off ... Well, Hoot took off when he hit third gear and floored the gas pedal. The little sporty looking car looked like the man had hit his brakes as Hoot left him with his mouth and eyes wide open.Hoot looked back after. I needed to get started on the sculpture but I don't like to work in more than one medium at a time. Besides, I hadn't decided what photo I would use.I got the interpretive study done and loved it. More importantly, I knew that Professor Whitlow would love it. I put it on a small table, leaning it against the wall where I could see it and enjoy it. The watercolor of the first pose I'd chosen sat on another small table on the opposite end of the wall. I didn't want to compare them.I decided to.