I pinched my mums tights and knickers.As soon as I put them on I knew that I was not like other boys. Ever since Icould remember, I was more intereste... in playing with girls rather than boys andputting on my mums stuff confirmed it for me. I was a girl and not a boy. Iwon't bore you with the details, but as soon as I could, I started takinghormones and three years ago I had an operation to finish things off. I am nowas fully functioning as I can be under the circs and as happy as I can be.'I. Something Icouldn't quite put my finger on. Kat might be one of those fuckingRaiderettes, but I couldn't remember a single time she'd joined in ontheir taunts. Hell, I might have gone so far as to say that she'd beenthe only one even remotely nice to me.She took a step closer to me. "Stephen? Are you there?"My legs nearly gave way beneath me. "Kat." I grabbed the wall forsupport The jarring back and forth between identities made me light-headed.The otherr girl rushed over, slipping her arm. I asked him, "Von wo kommst du?" (where are you from?) "München," which I recognized as meaning 'Munich'. The taller of the two asked, (in German), "are you from here?" So I answered, "Ja, von Barcelona." (Yes, from Barcelona) Both young men smiled which told me my German was not as good as I would hope. In an increasingly awkward attempt at small talk, I asked with poor pronunciation, (in German) "Why are you here?" They answered in unison (in German), "We are here on holiday." "Was sind. Her breasts looked amazing in her bikini. I saw that she put her hand in her bikini bottom and touched her pussy. It was just like all the times I imagined her doing that. Except she was really masturbating in her front lawn while I watched. She waved me to come outside to be with her. I pulled on my cock a few more times and then hurried into the shower. I didn’t come because I figured I’d be coming in her tight cunt when I got over there. I got dressed and walked over to Jeannie’s house..