"She shrugs her shoulders, "Ok. I think my place is open."She gets out of bed and finds some more clothes for us to wear. "Whileyou're getting that do...e I'll go shopping for both us. There's too muchfabric for our chests in most of these."She leads me to her SUV and we jump in. Quite literally in my case; myheight is already changing my experiences.As she starts up the car, I ask a question that's been on my mind on andoff, "So, were you this calm after you changed? Like I feel like. So even though Wendy encourages me to share the news with him and let him to get to know the real me, I don’t think the time has come. It might never come. These days, I feel blessed, though. I thank God for His blessings. I am writing and publishing my urban erotica works via a little-known yet fast-growing international publisher. I’m in a relationship with a smart, beautiful young Black woman who accepts me for who I am. Life is okay, I guess. It’s not easy being me, folks. If I seem mad at. Their tongues danced together. He is hard, has been hard and surely she could feel it pressed against her.He sat up and stared down at her.."Well, let's see what other trouble we can get into." He reached behind and moved his hand up one leg. Slowly it went under the leg of her shorts. He looked at her and she begged him with her eyes to continue. Up to the junction between her legs. His smile was enormous as he felt that her panties were completely soaked. Slipping his finger inside her. He did a very bad thing yesterday. You know how we always tell you to look both ways and not run into the street?" Yeah. I always look both ways, then look once more." Well, that's what you should do. Wes was talking to Les yesterday and he forgot. He just walked right into the street. And he got hit by a car." Wow. Does he have a cast?" He has three of them. He has one on each leg and another that goes all the way from right below his chin down to just below his stomach and comes all the way.