I liked who I was, even if ’people’ would think I was a ’freak’ if they knew, but….I had double the sex feelings as I liked both guys and gi...ls. I had to adapt to being who I was. Fear of getting an erection was dealt with. Mom made me a strap that held my erection up against my body if I got one in public. I never wore shorts, but always a full skirt to hide my bulge.My first ’boyfriend’ was a cool neighborhood boy. I never let him feel my pussy, but just my tits. The time came when he felt my. Then there was the need to inventory what each storeroom contained and with only five people to do the work, they would take weeks to do the inventory.With them working on the harbor, Antonia and I had some time to ourselves and I wanted to show her the remaining tunnel. Heading down the tunnel, I could see the foot prints Mr. Nietzel and I had left previously and it was good to know no one had been down this way since. Walking down the tunnel, Antonia was back to analyzing as we went down. .. or checking out back of Bev's (and Barb's) house several dozen times for movement ... or, working a brand new angle – checking up and down my street and the next street for anything resembling a BABE. Having a bike and supposedly going up and down the hills for fun & exercise was a good cover, and making conversation with girls and women I wanted to check out was EASY.So, the early tally from this new survey? Directly across the street, there was a little brunette in her late 20's, newly. It was a story of a transsexualstreetwalker that sold his/her body to pay for the operations needed totransition.The first two books were your standard S and M titillation types, thisthird was more of a well-written story following a boy that wasdesperate to become a girl. There was something about it that intriguedme and, after tucking my legs under myself, I sat on the sofa and beganto read.I was thirty-five pages in when the phone rang. It was Elaine."Morning David, hope I didn't wake you,".