Daddy took one look, "Who is this young lady? I'm sorry Miss, do I know you?"Grace was dressed in young adult clothes. She represented the very best i... 1954 teenagers.Crinolines and a wide white skirt, a white high buttoned blouse, white silk stockings, white shoes with just the veriest hint of heel, and elbow length white gloves. She carried a tiny clutch purse in her folded hands. She topped it all off with a poof of a white wispy lace veiled hat pinned in place. Lucile, AKA Wicked. Sheconvinced me that she was my future self who had traveled back in time tohelp me start my dream of becoming a girl. She said her name was Teresa.My future self visiting me to help me become a girl and a woman was toremain my secret always.I had been able to hide my lack of testicles for several years, and itwas only when I started taking hormones in greater amounts for about sixmonths that I finally started growing a pair of breasts at thirteen. Mymother was shocked, but when she. ”“You already proposed,” she said, smiling. She flashed the ring on her finger in front of my face to emphasize her point.“Yes, well this is a related issue. How about the 14th of January?” I said. “It’s a Sunday, but...”“Huh?” she said.“For the ceremony,” I said.“Oh, okay. Sure,” she said. “Sounds good.”The kissing and the hugging went on for a good length of time. Then we were sipping our after-dinner martinis.“Guests?” she said.“The folks at the Sand Bar of course. But who else would you. Instead he removed his hand from under my skirt and put his arm around me. This didn’t stop the seduction though. He draped his hand over my shoulder and his fingers went inside my halter top, touching the top of my right boob. Now he knew I wasn’t wearing a bra and probably figured this was a green light. He reached deeper into my top and his hand caressed my boob. I moaned and now he knew the light was definitely green. He rolled my nipple and I moaned louder.“You like that?” he.