My finger-sized dick got hard sometimes and all I knew was that it felt good. I didn't know why, but it was poking the front of my shorts at the sight...of this wet, naked redhead. With her cloud of red pubic hair and the sun beating in the window reflecting off the droplets of water running over her pale skin, she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.By that age, I knew something about sex. My mother had a set of small paperback booklets that explained the mechanics of the act, geared to. Men get this disease,the disease changes them into women and society accepts them as "normal".Not something I would like, but I am nervous. There is a cure but is verylong and not nice. In fact, there is a very well known "therapy" schoolin Syracuse, New York for men to learn how to cope with the disease andhelp them through the life change. Well, I am getting ahead of myself, Ineed to go to the doctor.My wife, Cathy said I need bra now since my chest is always bouncing andit looks bad. I don't. She was sitting on my lap and had my face pressed into her twin lovely breasts. Had I had a choice, to be honest, there would have been no where on earth I would have rather been! In fact, my little dick was twitching and I could feel it starting to wake back up!A few minutes later, evidently, Mrs. Brown must have noticed it too, because, she pulled back and bent over and looked down at where my cock was trying to push its way into her shorts! “You little pervert! You marvelous young sexual. "That's a status light, it's showing your progress, as about fiftypercent. It will turn off when no one is looking so it won't distract,"said the doctor, smiling.My mother hugged me. "You've been so good, Tommi. I'm proud of you, Idreamed of wanting my son, to become a girl like I was and be a motherlike myself."I smiled back, as she continued, "Now you can wear a swimsuit or a bikinifor swimming."The doctor smiled. "Get Tommi a pretty swimsuit, and a nice baby doll, soshe can learn to be a.