Of course, she had always realised she had a FEMININE son. In fact, overthe years she had grown to accept that he was in almost every wayfeminine. The..."REALISATION" was that her "son" was, in mind and soul, aGIRL. One hundred per cent. As much a girl and with the same femininewants and desires of any eleven year old girl. In fact, as feminine andgirly as she had been at the exact same age. The "REALISATION" was thatshe was going to have to act positively on this and help him become theperson. Rose acted normal like nothing happened but decided to tease her baby brother, “So brother, did you cum hard”. Tyrone stood at the toilet, had pulled out his length and started to pee, as he heard her. “Oh, it was great, thank you”. He answered. Rose, though loved her brother but had never thought of having sex with him, could not let this opportunity of just playing skip by. Quickly, the water was turned off, she reached for the towel and began to dry herself. With her nipples so stiff; she. It was telempathy. Is that a word? If it wasn't, it is now. They were projecting their emotions onto me. It's a possible theory anyway. My theory is: these things, these fetuses, these future people, have no consciousness or at least no conscious thought. All they can do is feel, am I right?Perhaps they are conscious in the womb, almost certainly are, otherwise why the kicking deal? But what could they think? They have no language. They are in this warm wet place, hearing garbled noises through. Instead he saw aslutty girl. His long blonde hair, when let down and brushed out, andparted in the center, neatly framed his made up face. He had been out forhalloween the prior year and hadn't seen any of the college girls dressedthis slutty.Tyrone and Darryl walked in the locker room as Tanner was looking athimself in the mirror."Admiring your pretty clothes sissy?" Tyrone laughed.Tanner blushed as he realized what it must have looked like. Instead hemerely shrugged."Anyway, come over here.