" Hello Pamela," I said, approaching her and leaning in to kiss her onboth cheeks.Pamela, not surprisingly, looked confused."You remember last week wh...n I was playfully pushed in the toilets?" Oh,... yes sorry my mind was on other things, and I didn't cotton on.How are you Da..." Dee and I have been shopping. I'm Kate by the way."Well handled Kate, I thought."Hi, this is Yvonne. Are you Dave's wife? Did you leave him at home?" Yes, I wanted to have a girly shopping day, and Dee was happy to. My jaw, for example, remained small and heart shaped, and I developed breasts. I first experimented with cross dressing at that time. Then, the worst thing I could imagine was being a "queer." I masturbated constantly, but assured myself that I must be straight because I was so turned on by the gorgeous naked women in the magazines I used as visual aids. Of course now I realize that I was actually Identifying with these women. One afternoon, when I was 18 and my mom was at work, I wandered into. It was so unexpected that she almost sank to her knees in the middle of the hallway. Jazzy leaned against the wall, taking in several deep breaths. Suddenly another intense buzz hit her; this one a bit stronger than the last one. All Jazzy could do was stand there waiting for the sensations created by the vibrator to subside as it did with the first one. Yet this time, it didn’t stop but kept going on and on.Jazzy knew that she could not spend all day leaning against the wall, so she took a. She wondered who was calling. She wasn’t expecting anyone.Opening the door, she studied the gentleman standing before her. He was older than her, slender, mid-seventies, she thought. Dressed in a gray coat with black piping around the collar and a black Trilby hat on his head, he looked like a true gentleman from an age long ago in her youth.He smiled, removing his hat, intelligent pale blue eyes alert, looking at her. With a smile, he extended his hand.“Hello, Betty. I’ve come to have a chat.