~ I was so close to an orgasm it was crazy! For a second I realized that I should have the curtains closed as one of the partiers from next door could...stumble upon me pleasuring myself but the thought actually excited me. And what excited me even more was when I heard a moan from outside that was too deep to be mine. I tried to search through the darkness outside for somebody but couldnt see anything, the pressure was building up inside me and I knew I was going to cum any second now, but I. Myunderwear drawer saw the most dramatic makeover. Whilst I?d still have towear a bra until my double mastectomy the following summer, my pantieswere replaced by boxer shorts, my tights and lacy socks were replaced byplain black cotton socks. The dress I wore on my sixteenth birthday wouldturn out to be the last item of female clothing I would ever wear.My body changed dramatically under the influence of the testosteronesupplements I took. My hips and backside got smaller, whilst my. I'm sorry my window broke your hand." And she takes my hurt hand lightly and strokes it with her thumb. And although it hurts like hell, it makes me feel better and I don't want her to stop. And I could let it go there, but that's not who I am. I don't know when to stop."No, really. I'm sorry I got that angry. I'm just glad I didn't hit you!" And although I say it in a joking voice, she flinches, and I realise she thought I was going to. I grab her shoulders, and although I feel my wounds start. “What’s the date there?”“July 21” said Farty Jimbo. “What year?”“1991” said Farty Jimbo“We won’t meet until 1998. In1991 you live in Milwaukee Wisconsin. Holy shit! You know Jeffrey Dahmer. He will be arrested tomorrow. He’s a serial killer and a cannibal!” said Tuesday“Jeff is a great guy.” You’re full of shit …”“Full of shit up to my ears?” interrupted Tuesday“Hey how did you know I was going to say that?” asked Farty Jimbo“Because when I met you in 1998, you always said that. You told me.