’ Later that evening as the train approached the station Randy worried, ‘Are you really okay traveling alone?’ ‘Of course I am Randy. It’s y...u walking home that I’m worries me.’ ‘Trolls have removed themselves from my street corner, at least for the moment thanks to you. M-may I kiss you?’ ‘Of course you can. I was fearful that wasn’t on your mind.’ ‘Oh that’s on my mind along with other things. Oh god, why did I say that?’ ‘Just kiss me Randy. And walking home think about working up to those. I got on well with the men in the drawing office and enjoyed their flirting with me. Mary and I became good friends and would have girlie chats during lunch. Of an evening Ann and I would sometimes go out and this was a chance for me to dress up in something really glamorous. Dad would lecture us before we went about being careful and it obvious that he treated us both as his daughters.By the end of the month the hormone treatment was beginning to take affect. I had to stop wearing the. For the first time I saw a smile form on his face, as we left the room.Sammi went back and gave him a kiss on the cheek — then we left the office.We headed on the way to our new home, first stopping by the cemetery that began all of those moments of this journey that we found ourselves on. "Sammi, it was amazing — this past week or so, thinking our parents had died, taking their trip to Hawaii and finding out that the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on loved me as much as I loved. But she didn't say anything. She's seen me in full faggot mode before, looking at gay porn. Embarrassed and thrilled, I can't resist it. I asked her permission to watch a slideshow of big fat cocks, she said yes and I fell asleep wearing panties looking at magnificent cocks.I fucking love her. Wish I could say I love fucking her, but I unfortunately can't. I hope someone else can. I'm only able to say I fucking love her, which I do, immensely And I love wearing her clothes. Just like I love.