I am 52 years old… a thick hairy British man with a head of hair, a beard and a bit of a beer belly. I have been a single dad ever since my wife pa...sed away from a complications during the delivery. Beth was surely a younger version of her mother. Now in highschool, she is a straight A student, while she wasn't athletic by any means she loved doing MMA specializing in Judo. She shared the body traits of myself and her mom. Milky white skin clad in black clothes.. with gothic makeup. And a. You had to know how to catch it just right to open it. As a stranger, I should not have that skill.Hello, Catherine. Bloody lock. The new owner will need to get this fixed.” With my nerves, I didn’t look at her until she came in. Then wow. She took off her coat and was wearing a fitted wrap-over dress in a clingy material. My eyes were drawn to her shapely breasts and the curve of her thighs. She was also wearing makeup and her hair was held in a low ponytail. I realized I’d been quiet for a. I filled in the form and waited for someone to get back to me. I wasn't the only one going for it biut i was the only one willing to go down for the full duration. It was already the Tuesday prior when they confirmed which , meant that I had very little time to do any packing. Linda helped as much as she could, having picked up a couple of shifts at the gym on the Wednesday and Thursday. I had to be in situ for the Friday morning which meany just a peck on the cheeck before travelling down. We. When I first realized that Deanna existed and accepted that existence I began a life long desire/quest/search/ and examination as to what that female form of "me" would be like.One of the great lessons of life I've learned is that sometimes the more we search for something the more obvious it is that it exists before our very eyes without ever knowing it. Throughout life we see a vast forest containing our hopes and dreams, our obsessions and passions, our acceptance and denials, but fail to.