The small things are the best things, the slight brush of fingers handing in a paper, the slight touch of his chest as I walk past, and the desirable ...cent that he always left behind. It was the small things like rain drops that built to send a flood in the middle of my heart. Every day I cherished these little moments till my heart was swelling with love towards a very smart man. A man that I shouldn't love or basely desire. A man that I had no business wondering how his arms feel wrapped. " Do you feel comfortable as you are, dressed as a woman, having peoplerelate to you as a woman?" I cannot say that it was easy at first, nor that it is the way of life Iimagined I would find myself in. There are times when I feel veryuncomfortable in this role though, I must say, though, that I ambeginning to enjoy it. Perhaps it is a result of the hormones which mybody created, but it feels comfortable now, and sometimes fun. However,even if I did not enjoy it -- even if I hated it entirely. The thin, crusty snow crunched under my feet as I walked, hands deep in my pockets, the icy wind making my eyes water, the young bare trees around me offering little protection. The occasional oak murmured loudly as all its dead leaves were rattled by the wind.I imagined walking with you, listening to you talk, the rapid staccato rhythm of your words. "So, yesterday I took a U-bolt, and stuck one end through the rear-brakes hole and nutted it on," you say, miming the action with your hands.. I slid my key in and clicked the door open, before moving into the shop. The smell of flowers hit me in the face as it always did, like a welcoming hug. I slowly made my way inside, feeling my way along in the low light. I called out, “Kelsey, are you here?”“Yes, Daddy, back here,” she answered. Photos http://cpmlink.net/jAAXAA I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered how her mother had greeted me on that Valentine’s Day long ago, just prior to us making passionate love. I tried to push.