’ Anita cleaned off her plate and put it in the sink, then stalked off. ‘She’s tense. You’re not supposed to be here,’ Muriel said. ‘I can...��t walk to Port Anne,’ I said. That was only town on the island of St. Albans Island and it was four miles away over the water. ‘I know. Just don’t get in her way.’ I get up with her and start helping with the dishes. She liked my presence at the sink and I could feel her relax. The edginess that Anita projected had a way of making people tense. To make. Youcan start dressing as a girl then."Saturday came around before I knew. Mother said that my brothers couldplay out with their friends. How I envied them.It was half term and we had two weeks off school. I was not looking forwardto going back. If mum had her way I would be wearing the girls uniform."Andrew get your coat we are going to nan's house now."We left the house and as we took the 2 mile walk to my nan's house, I feltlike a death row inmate taking a walk to the gallows. I didn't know. It was like living in isolation and discovering a changed world every time I finally could make it home. I was now 13 years old and my mind and body were beginning to change as well. While girls didn't yet mean anything to me, interacting with them on the outside made me miss the gentleness of theircompany. Also, 13 years old meant that I was now only one year away from getting a motorcycle and having the freedom to go just about anywhere without the need to be driven bymy mother or having to. I tense, pull away, sink to my knees between Laura's legs and plunge my face into the crotch of her black panties. I tease and tickle, then adminster strong, hard licks, and her moans make it clear that I'm hitting the spot. I flip her onto her front and yank her panties down and off. Her bum wobbles into view, pale and a bit flabby, yes, but I'm so gonna fuck her... I ease myself up her body, my rock-hard prick leaving dabs of precum on the back of one thigh before nestling into the warmth.