A 'she-male' to be sure but a babe nonetheless. Fascinating. Even more fascinating was me thinking of them as 'cute' guys. Or, for that matter, ME t...inking about them at ALL! I had learned to modulate my voice, to giggle like a girl and to express myself as such to the point that it was now virtually automatic and then it hit me, *I'm acting like a girl without even thinking about it. Lori's had me in school for months, my muscles are history and I've acquired a 'figure' in place of a. She was in her mid twenties. First kisses were for preteens and high schoolers. Where the hell had these people had this chick stashed away? Ah…the convent. Jesus. Leaning back as they cleared away his fourth dish and brought a fifth, he huffed a sigh of frustration. She was too innocent for the likes of him. His first woman had been older—a sexually ravenous freak who’d taken advantage of his young stamina while he was in his teens. That lasted for a long time until the band started taking. My Mom had had to take two jobs for awhile just to get out of the pile of bills she was under partially due to the divorce so when it was time for me to go to college I had to pay my own way. My first year I had to work long hours to pay for it and it was difficult to find enough time for studying let alone for a social life. It was during the summer when I was nineteen between my first and second year of college that my life took a turn that led to the unexpected place I found myself in.. ‘I wish I had known that. But now, the others?’ ‘Obviously one of them was the way you looked in the bikini, I mean, well what can I say. And especially after we had been in the water.’ I added. ‘While it was still wet, it clung even more tightly to you. Simply mind-blowing!’ ‘Good, that’s what it was meant to do. Now, the last one? And this time try to do better at describing what you saw, and how you actually felt please.’ I fell silent again, that time for a bit longer, my hands dropping.