After about two minutes, she emerged. "Are you okay?" I asked, "I didn't mean to upset you."She replied., "I'm sorry, it's the first time I've had a b...rthday, and not been with my family."She walked over and gave me a big hug."Thank you, Paul." she said.That was when I felt them, her perky, little braless tits pushing against my chest. I started to wonder. I saw her put just her sweatshirt on the chair when she changed. Did she come not wearing a bra, or did she just remove it in the bathroom?. She thought she’d die of embarrassment but she couldn’t seem to stop. It was as if he spoke directly to her body, and she was merely a horrified observer clinging to his arm, her eyes closed so that she wouldn’t have to witness her own degradation in the mirror across the way. All those years of denial had caught up with her and her nerves were stretched razor-thin, aching for his rough touch. His strength and her helplessness ignited the repressed lust within and her thighs trembled, licked by. Hetold me that I would make a great full time woman, he said that with mylooks, my small figure and with my grasp of passing and acting like awoman, I would have an easy time with transitioning to living as a woman.I thanked him for the comments and told him that before I met him livingas a woman was something that I never thought about, that I alwaysenjoyed dressing and acting like a woman, but that was as far as it went,but to be completely honest now that I have met Wayne and we have. He was the shy, smart straight A student, slightly feminine in the way he acted but not advertising in public that he was gay. I was the pot head freak, tired of anything to do with school always in trouble masculine guy that no one would ever suspect had a gay bone in his body (in fear of me kicking their ass if they gave me a hard time). His parents didn't like me, but didn't hate me either...they just couldn't understand what was going on. We attended church together that next Friday and.