Well, I did stay there. I stayed flush against Tess' warm back and butt and my erect cock stayed nestled right there where either one of us, with the ...east bit of initiative, could have put it to excellent use.But, sweet and enjoyable as it was, my body, pretty quickly, betrayed me and I joined Tess in silent slumber. When I woke up, the clock on the bed table said 3:36 and my penis, sporting only a semi now, said "let's lose this beer."I got up -- carefully, so as not to disturb Tess. I went. That I worked harder at being pretty and feminine and sexy than most biological women made me even more so. Once I learned that, once I was held and kissed and admired as Jennifer, my confidence grew and I fully accepted what I wanted and who I was, and will be forever more. Being a gurl today is so much easier than it was when I started. There is more acceptance, true, but more importantly there are so many more places that make the things we need and want, so many more places to buy and shop. I certainly appreciate your kindness."The hostess took us to a table in the middle of the dining room. Our waitstaff, Janice, was waiting for us to be seated, presenting menus and asking what we would like to drink."I think tonight deserves a special drink. Do you have Champagne?" I asked."Yes, we do. Would you like two glasses?" Yes, that will do for starters. Thank you."Janice left and we reviewed the menu."You know, if we both order a large entree, we will have leftovers for a couple of. Now I'm back for my mom and dad's funeral. They died in a fiery car crash on their way home from seeing my younger sister in Olean, New York. They lived in Jamestown almost all their lives and in the same house since I turned seven. It was a hundred year old house with two floors, an attic, and a basement. The stairs were narrow, barely two feet wide and very steep. My bedroom in the attic was very small only six by eight feet with slanted ceilings due to the roof. My younger sisters and.