I didn’t feel lonely; not when I had the whole world of learning as my friend. Sport to me was getting out on my father’s old bicycle when I was t...ll enough to use it. I cycled all over, exploring the world around me. Nature, the rocks, the forests, the rivers, the coast; it all sang to me. I was fine on my own. It was a burden to interact with people more than the basics needed to live. You did need to be able to go into a shop to buy a tin of beans or a loaf of bread. That was essentially a. My girlfriend Donna and I had been going steady for about a year. Donna lived with her father, but he worked a lot, according to her. We were, well, we were teenagers with raging hormones and we went after each other every chance we could. Donna wasn't on the pill, so we used condoms - both of us were horny, but we weren't stupid. One July evening, we were at Donna's place. She had said we would have the place to ourselves, as usual. I rented a movie and we started watching it on her couch. That tidbit of information exploded the forums.Aside from the ones cursing me and/or calling me a liar, the number one response was; ‘WHERE?’I grinned while reading through the responses over the madness that I caused. I called Heather on the way to Perdue to meet the seller with the plans I finalized last night during my lack of sleep. My couch was never meant for more than an hour nap or four hours of lounging so I had spent most of the night awake.I also dropped a link to my new pay-to-join. Truth be told, I am glad I attempted to get rid of Jennifer. Because my failure to do so has affirmed that she is who I am and who I was meant to be. The fact that my desire to be a woman would never go away, but had become instinctual helped prove to me that I was never truly a Jeff, but always a Jenn. She wasn’t a fetish or some deviation on being bi or gay, but real flesh and blood femininity. Whenever I was her, I felt right and whole. Whenever I see her in the mirror or a photo, I.