She did a little research on me too. Asking my buddies about me and actually getting my phone number from one of them.We finally connected yesterday,...with a text out of the blue. We met for a light lunch and things progressed from sitting across the table to sitting beside oneanother, hand holding and a light kiss. I am generally a nice guy and treated her as a gentleman, but we both knew that this was going to end up in bed. And it did. We ended up at a nice little apartment that wasnt. ." She," interrupted the doctor, "she is genetically and hormonally a girl, we never conducted an internal test because we thought of her as a transsexual, but the extra hormones all these months assisted in the maturing of Bobbie to reach her normal self. Inside she is ready to give birth with nothing different than any girl, just that we have to operate on her today to open her vagina, to allow normal fluids to come and go and to let her have normal hygiene as a girl." But doctor why this. I knew what the girls were thinking and I did not want them to know but I was losing my concentration for what they were saying and I could feel my fear and inhibition give way to my lustful hunger for those steamy wet toes. This was not good because I was being stupidly obvious and they would never let me forget it, or anyone else. Do I remember Nicole's Mom being next door? My mouth dry, I swallowed hard and suggested in a feeble voice, "Nicole, why don't you write our names?" I knew that. "Yes you will," I said calmly, reasonably. "It's worse now. This past weekend ... well, it's worse now. You can't love me now. You love who I was. I think she's gone now. They killed her."He held me close and said, "I know about this weekend. Well, I know about most of it. I don't care. I already learned my lesson. I know you were hurt, badly. You have been damaged mentally and physically. We'll work at it. You'll get better. We'll get better. I won't let you go again."I knew he meant it. It.