.. I'll be quiet I promise, she picked up the phone and dialed, then she said hi Mom...just lots of chit chat, then she said guess what? ..... I'm goi...g to move back home, I could hear her mom scream and then called out her dad's name and yelling at him, he got on the phone too, he was just as excited, Damn that sure made me feel good. She said no I got money, wait till I tell you the story... then she said maybe next weekend, I need to let them know I am quitting. Then she said no I am 100%. So I left it at that, a couple of weeks later I was playing baseball with some buddies in a park and wasn't paying full attention and got hit in my balls by the ball. It hurt and I floored by it, but soon it started to ease and I decided to go home and put an icepack on it. My buddies were laughing about it and that was another reason to go. On my way home I realized I had to pass near Norma's place and decided to go there. On my arrival, I asked Norma for an icepack on something frozen to. There was something driving me to consider the question, drivingme from two directions. The first was that I needed to think aboutsomething as a distraction; the second was that the thoughts that Ineeded to be distracted from were associated to my form. They were thesame thoughts that were becoming my curse, the drive to feel somethingin a certain location. That location being an exceptionally, if notalmost exclusively feminine location, thoughts of changing back meantthat I could think. He reaction was to close his eyes as the TV blared in the background. I then turned off the light next to the couch and lowered the volume of the TV. My hands could feel the muscle tone and tension in his shoulders. Then I moved my hands down his chest and noticed his cock starting to grow and twitch. His fat mushroom head was peeking out of the foreskin. Moved my hands behind his back and continued to massage him as he sat there and I kept eyeing his cock. Then I teasingly moved my hands.