It was an extremely awkward and tense meeting, and my mother barely spoke and seemed like she wanted to get far away from there. My grandmother listen...d as I explained to them I was a girl inside and wanted to be a girl on the outside.I told them about the hormones and then the procedures. To their credit, they listened and didn’t argue or try to change my mind. My mother left without saying a word, but I hugged my grandmother and sister. When they left, I figured it was a waste of time, but it. According to him he was always attracted to the wrong guys, and had therefore had only ever had short flings. He paid me a very nice compliment saying, “Your ex must have had rocks in his head.” When we moved through to the lounge later, he sat next to me on the sofa. There was an uncomfortable lull in our conversation, as he fixedly stared at me. Wes then drew me in close, and tilting my head towards him, kissed me gently. As our kissing became more intense, he pulled my T-shirt off me,. " Now I was feeling really uncomfortable and I said I needed to get another drink.My intention was to go to the bar, get a re-fill, then sit at another table but as the barman pulled my pint, he smiled at me. "You're well in there lad," he said, winking at me, "Hazel likes 'em young and it looks like she's got her eye on you." I was shocked, the lady looked like everybody's idea of the perfect granny. She looked to be in her late sixties, around five and a half feet tall with greying blonde. Thank you for fucking me so hard and cumming so long." Very good, Marcie." Leaning down to whisper in my ear, she then stood back up and asked, "What do you want now, dear."Shaking my head, I looked up at her and silently pleaded for mercy."What do you want now, dear?" She was still trying to sound pleasant, but her tone made it clear I could not disobey."More," I replied. "I want more. Please." Then go ahead and ask."As I looked up at my 8 r****ts, a kind of transformation came over me. I had.