" Marklied as he sat on the floor before the TV. He folded his legs up underhim and rolled over so his folks couldn't see the tears in his eyes.When M...rk was around 18 years old he walked up to his mother and satdown beside her on the couch. He was just glad his dad was off playingcards with his pals."Can we talk?" He asked. "I don't know how to say it but just to sayit. I've always felt more like a tomboy than a real boy. That I'vealways felt like I should have been a girl." You want to shave. I knew something was about to happen, something I was unsure of, a parched thirst that I wanted sated. “You are.” “No I’m not,” I stammered, shaking my head. “You are. You just haven’t realized it yet.” “I’m…” Francesca put her wine down and took my hand, her touch expressive and wonderfully gentle. She looked into my palm as if a gypsy would see something there, some clue she desperately needed. “You haven’t been with anybody yet, have you?” she asked, still staring at the deeply etched lines. ” She flashes a big smile on her freckled face and I see a pair of the cutest dimples I had ever seen. She looks about 18, shoulder length blond hair, about 5’ 4”, very athletic, wearing tight jeans and a hoodie covering what appears to be a nice pair of C cups.“Do I ever need help, come in please” I say smiling but in a hushed tone. “I was just about to put the wee one down, follow me and we can then talk about what you might be able to do for me”“Ok, nice place you have here sir.”“I’m Mike. After about three to four days one day I got a call from Natasha that her sister wanted me to come to their house and as she could not get the line she had asked Natasha to call. As usual I reached their house at the fixed time and Natasha opened the door and today she was dressed in a sexier way , her shirt was totally transparent and she was not wearing a bra and tits were fully seen , she saw me seeing her boobs and took me inside and said that her sister had not returned and took me to her.