“She is a sweet person but will give you a real reason to hate her. I wouldn’t put it past her to make your skin turn blue, make your pee neon gre...n, and have your poop smell in a way that you want to use raw sewage as a perfume to cover up the smell coming out of your butt, that you won’t be able to control. Just look at what she did for Lora just from a few things I told her.”Well, it is true. I told Molly that Lora needed help to see what she could do for her.“So, what is the last one. We planned well chose a place and time. According to the plan I will be going to his place on Saturday. We hadn’t met before so we had a dress code.On that day I reached there in the morning, he picked me up frm the bus stand. I saw him for the first time he was taller than me, well physique and whitish. As soon as he saw me he pressed my ass hardly and asked him to stop since it was in public. I hopped on his bike. His place was around 20 mins away from bus stand. During the ride I hugged him. Luckily I could count on the uneven surface of the road to produce a certain amount of jiggle under her attractive matching grey sweater. It was an expensive-looking garment — possibly cashmere. I badly wanted to feel it.Already I was beginning to get a better idea of the shape of her breasts. My observant eye made me wonder about her bra. Was she even wearing one? It looked as if her tits had plenty of room to maneuver, but if no bra — where was the outline of her nipples? Her sweater was thin. I am a thirty year old transwomen that didn't come out till I was twenty-five. It wasn't untill that age that I was able to understand and except it. The signs were always there however. Since seven I secretly dressed in my sister's clothing and pretended I was a woman. Later came the sexual acting and masterbation. Although I never understood why I did it, and usually buried it afterwards, I knew it made me feel extremely good. I never felt an attraction to men so I couldn't be gay right? On.