WHY?" Joseph got louder.Paula was worried he'd wake the rest of the house up. She took him by theshoulders, "Relax, it'll be ok. It's ok being a girl.... That's easy for you to say, you've grown up that way!" No I didn't!" What?" The same thing happened to me!" What do you mean?" I used to be a boy. I used to be Paul."The shock of the words was enough to make Joseph calm down a little.After a few moments he spoke,"So my memories of you as Paul... they're real?" Yes, they're real." What happened?". I had got into her knickers. Len supplied the clinching line. ‘Except I wasn’t in them at the time.’ We both laughed at the memory. Now we were laughing it eased the uneasiness of the conversation. Len smiled as she reminded me of the last time we saw each other. ‘I was really upset that you had to move away. I know we were in this big crowd, but you were always my mate, even at that age when it wasn’t the right thing for a boy to be friends with a girl.’ I grinned. ‘Yes. But I could talk to. What I saw began to arouse me. Diane was wearing a black matching bra and panty set. The bra displayed her beautiful breasts as if they were being served to a king and the skimpy panties just made Diane's nicely shaped ass even sexier. On her legs Diane was wearing a very sexy pair of black thigh high stockings. I hadn't seen her look this sexy since we were married. This whole event lasted only a few seconds but the effect stayed with me the rest of the evening. As much as I wanted to fuck. She stood with her back to the only exit, blocking me in the room. I looked up at her, hoping she was going to rescue me from the mindless fare of cable network news and 5 year old magazines. I had listened through three or four repetitions of the tops news stories of the day. Today's hot news was the annual governor's congress in Washington, D.C. and their concern over the recent sharp rise in missing teenagers, mostly girls, apparently runaways. From the way they reported it, it was a.