Now in today's world 6fttall might not be all that above average for a thirteen-year-old, butback in the early 80's it certainly was. I was above ave...age whencompared to all my classmates and only saw others approach my heightthree or four years later.I was also a fairly aware child in that I knew about transsexuals and hadsecretly collected anything I could find about the matter. So I had boththe Hustler magazine with Shannon and the Playboy with Roberta Close andwould spend hours enviously. I slowed my hands as I worked more and more of his erection into my mouth. His moans became a little louder. When I was satisfied that I had gotten it nice and wet, I let it fall from my lips and sat up a little on my knees.My breasts were level with his crotch and I could see the disbelief at what he knew I was about to do in his eyes. Slowly I pressed his cock between my breasts.Holding it firmly between them I began working his cock. It glided effortlessly, aided by my saliva and the juices. I was no longer a nerd or dork but Tommy now. All the kids treated me diffently and the seniors hated me but were frightened to try anything. Claire was an outcast and a slut now. Our worlds had changed as she had been popular and me a dork.I had always been close to Claire and we always talked. She had sought my advice even though I was the younger, being 15 to her 17. Claire is a like a pretty girl 5'9" slim with curly black hair and Black Irish good looks well I look like a potato.Claire. ." -- an arm swept vaguely toward the north -- "... and thass where they are. You don't believe me, I'll go change and you'll see. Party cloze," she concluded smugly."Aw, Meg, you're too wasted. You go home now and we'll never see you again. C'mon, we'll all go. You can show us at your place."Megan was indeed more wasted than us, which was odd considering her fortification, and she couldn't find the right way to deflect that. So she just said, "Fine. Fine. Go to my closet. I'll show you."There.