Sometimes.” Maxine then started to cry a little.“It is sad when people divorce but there’s no need to cry at the moment.” I told her.She wiped...her eyes, “It’s not that. Before we came out to see you the doctor told me that it was possible that I’d have light scarring on my right breast.” She said the last two words so quietly I almost didn’t hear them.Needless to say we skipped the pool that day. Since my dad was at work and Zoe and Elena were still out on their quest Maxine and I hung out and. It was a part of myself that I had suppressed for a long time.Ever since sucking my first cock with a teenage friend, I knew that I wanted a hard, spurting cock in my mouth again. I knew, but couldn't let anyone else know. A boy growing up in upstate New York doesn't desire to do "gay" things, unless he wants to be beat up.Many opportunities for more came up, and I let them pass me by...the guy who was interested in me in college theater (I had a girlfriend at the time); the invitation of an. I looked down at my glass and I could see the telltale sign oflipstick on the rim of the glass reinforcing my feeling of femininity."Do you have a last name Sharon?" John asked taking a sip of his ownwine.I looked nervously down at my wine glass and could only think of the rosecolor. "I think Rose," I heard myself say, my mind letting go more as Inow had a new first and last name."Sharon Rose, I think that is quite fitting my dear," I heard John'svoice echo in the back of my head almost as if. Tommy, you don't normally do those things, what gives?" "Nothing mom, I just started and couldn't stop, it's 'no big deal!'" "Well okay for now," mom said, "take off your top and I'll rub this lotion on." As I pulled my tee shirt off, Mom's eyes almost popped out of her head. She jumped up and slammed my bedroom door closed. On her return to my bed she asked, "What have you done, young man?" "I just got a little sunburn mom, that's all," I answered. " What about you're tan lines?" .