." 'she' said. "No need, son" I said. "How did you know?" s-he said. So I told her/him of our observations and confusions, and how we w...re able to put 1 and 2 and a period together. "All we want to know is why? Why did you swap minds again?" My son/ex-daughter came out of the bedroom and said... "I was tired of 'almost' being an adult and wanted to be a kid again for a while, and he was tired of being a kid who was smarter than most of his teachers, and wanted to be. This had the effect of further opening his coat and shielding us from view. He was holding his newspaper in his right hand now and I realized that he did not seem to be taking the opportunity of using it to protect himself from my overture – which could surely not have gone unnoticed. I moved in closer.Still with umbrella in my right hand and well-shielded from the crowd by his coat, I deliberately felt him with my fingers. By now, he was not so much hanging down his leg but pointing down. His father told him that he loved him. His father told him that he enjoyed the way he sucked his dick. His Father forgave him for being queer, forgave him for being weak and feminine.Until then, the dream had been a plausible chance, could happen to anyone, but his father's voice continued, and delivered a message that made the dream more than just a dream: "Son, I want you to be happy. But you have to follow your own path to find where you belong. Tonight, I want you to show me what a slut you. Girls do mature faster, so along with the extra curves she was up to about five-two. Neither of us is what you would call fat. My waist was about twenty-eight-inches, hers couldn't have been more that twenty. Of course, she had hips, very nice hips actually, where as I practically needed a belt to keep my underwear up."I like the one you have on a lot better," I said, hoping flattery would succeed where threats obviously stood no chance.She just looked at me. Then she hooked the waistband on.