She was wrung out at the end of story. A part of me felt really vindicated that she had stood up for herself. She needed a friend, someone who would t...ke care of her. I didn’t love her, but she was there, warm friendly and welcoming. She needed to build some confidence, to see that a guy could take care of her. I wasn’t her long term solution, but damn it, I was going to show her that a decent guy would be willing to take care of her.I told myself that as I pushed her against the wall and. I really didn’t understand but I agreed he was a dickhead.“Can you believe that trucker wanted to fuck me?” Rory’s question was less of a joke and more of a question. I could tell she was kind of feeling out my thoughts on that.“That was a one-time thing for me and you are definitely not fucking guys,” I said before correcting myself by saying “having sex” which sounded more appropriate.“You can say fuck at this point,” she chuckled and reminded me it was at least a two-time thing since I had. He almost resisted whenshe handed him a pair of blue velvet shorts to put on, but rememberinghis spanking grudgingly did as commanded. As he finished buttoning thesailor fly, she handed him a pair of white nylon socks and a pair ofnavy Mary Jane styled shoes to put on. A matching jacket soon followed.The final indignity was a large fluffy blue silk kerchief which was tiedaround his neck."There, there all done," she said as she pulled the bottoms of thebloomers out from under his shorts to. . Oui, je trouve que tu es mieux en fille... Mais mon avis ne doitpas compter! Fille ou gar?on, tu es mon enfant, et je t'aimeraistoujours!"Le lendemain matin, je repris mes pilules au petit d?jeuner. En me voyantpoursuivre mon traitement hormonal, maman me demanda:"On dirait que tu as fait ton choix? Tu veux rester une fille?" Je ne sais pas... J'ai toujours un peu peur... Mais je me sens biencomme ?a!"Elle s'approcha de moi et me pris dans ses bras:"J'ai un peu d'argent de cot?, ?a te dirais,.