We landed in the bus station and found the right bus to take ( she was familiar) . We had tea at the stall and she lead me to the rear seats in the bu.... The bus was half empty and most passengers preferred the front seats as they had to get off earlier. We sat in the corner seats and there were no co-passengers next to us. We were having loose chit -chat and she mentioned that the last seat was best as no one will disturb us. The bus ride soon stared and as it took speed , I tested the water by. I'm sorry for what I did, but my need to become a girl was just toostrong. I can't go through puberty as a boy, I need to be a girl.I just hope you guys don't hate me or think I'm some kind of freak."They both sat there looking at me for what seemed like forever but wasreally only a few seconds, my dad spoke first."Andy we would never hate you, but taking hormones and the blockers isvery serious, you could have done some serious physical damage to yourselfand even died from taking the wrong. I opened the window and the cold air rushed in, I shivered, forgetting I still had a monster erection in my shorts.The girl who looked about 25 looked up at me and asked if I was English, I assured her I was.I was now sure she was a hooker, or was she. My years in the Police made me suspicious of her demeanour and the way she spoke. I am a retired cop in my early fifties and previously worked undercover catching prostitutes.She asked me if I fancied some fun and set out the cost of full sex at. Silver and turquoise fit perfectly on the naked finger of R’s left hand. The twisted boney fingers wrapped a wrist on each of the lovers. Before they walked away to explore the Pueblo further, DC wore turquoise in a bracelet on his right wrist. Wise Old Indian Women left them with last words: You are many people, each must find who you must be. ‘Bring your guitar, let’s find a quiet place.’ R wanted to be Tinder to DC’s Spark again. She sat on the grass at his feet. He sat on a boulder and.