.boys whom felt more in tuned to girls and girls whom felt more in tuned to boys. Commonly referred to as M2F and F2M. But I never thought that I woul... meet any. But I did, at a very young age. Girls whom wore men's clothing and boy's whom wore women's clothing. People born of 1 gender but tend to have the character and actions of the opposite gender. Or the character and actions of both genders.I'm from San Francisco, just like Manchester England, NYC and Paris France..very multicultural,. The girls looked back and gave me their nodsof approval as we left the apartment and headed out of the complex inone of the girls SUV's. So many changes in such a short period of time.What was coming next?We drove for an hour, not knowing where we were or where we were going.Lights finally appeared ahead as we pulled off the road into a dimly litparking lot. We all piled out of the vehicle and walked into the bartogether. Inside were other punker's, some bikers, and some realcowboy's. Everyone. I didn't have to issue an invitation. He untied the sash and let it fall open. I have tits a little on the small size and only trim my pussy hair, not shave it off. His eyes moved up and down slowly. I let the robe fall from my shoulders to the floor and turned around slowly. "Like that booty?" Oh, yes." as he reached to trace the outline of my curves with his hands.As I turned to face him, I rubbed a free hand over my clit, and down to my vagina, again bringing out more love juice, whose aroma. She relaxed back on one arm seductively. “Come and sit next to me, Roy” she beckoned and my son shot down next to her. At that precise moment Joe came over to me and sat next to me on the sofa Jane had vacated, then d****d his arm across my shoulder, giving me a tentative smile – probably hoping I wouldn't shrug him away. I didn't. I looked over at Jane and Roy. She was allowing him to feel her bra and her bust. She looked ecstatic, and Roy, emboldened, was kissing her neck, then slipped a hand.