Although,yeah, I do really like that one dress. I don't really know why. Ijust do, I guess." Yeah, that's kind of what I thought," Mrs. Komori said.... She told methere were all kinds of ways to be a girl, and while choosing a fewstereotypical behaviors and playing them up to the nth degree might beone of them, I'd probably be happier finding some other method. Ifthat was what I truly wanted."But I don't know how to... do anything." Who does?" Yeah! That's right. I know it is. I thought. And, maybe not all that surprisingly, I could still notice how their views and attitudes influenced my thinking. It would probably take a lot longer for me to become completely free of their grip on me.It was easy to deal with the openly declared opinions of my father because I could tell from my own experiences how wrong they were. My mother's influence was more subtle. Her favourite statement was 'What will the people think?' That was her prime concern: not what she thought about something,. But I digress.After My Granny took my temp ”its going down”, she said, then she told me that she had some errands to run and that she would leave as soon as she took a shower. I don’t remember hearing her getting in or out of the shower, but I do recall hearing the front door shut. That’s what woke me up; as soon as my eyes opened I wanted to finish jerking off. I got up to get some lotion or oil whatever I could find, no luck in the bathroom or the hall closet; I decided to look in Grannies. “Not at all. Hey, what eighteen-year-old guy would get mad at a gorgeous woman lusting after his lover? Remember all us guys think with our cocks.”“Humm,” she said, looking at me strangely.“What?” I said.“I don’t know if I should mention this, but I guess ... well,” she said and paused.“Mention what?”“Stephanie wants to be with me again. You know, just for fun,” Mom said, looking embarrassed.“Wow, what did you tell her?” I said, but I didn’t mention that she had said something about that last.