”“Just kidding, I am Fran, or Frannie, and you are?”“ Bob” he blurted out.“Well Bob, let me fill you in. I am 26, and have been living as...a woman since I was fifteen. I had my first encounter with a man when I was 13 and discovered my homosexual nature. That didn’t quite describe it though. I was an effete little boy, undersized and not interested in sports. So determining that I wanted to live and act like a woman was just a logical choice. Luckily I react well to hormones so no need for. My black skirt was fairly short so wasn't long before he reached my bare skin. His touch was electric. He traced his fingers along the hem line of my skirt ever so slightly pushing it higher. I did a quick scan of people around us and nobody seemed to be aware of what was happening. Bodies were packed so tightly waiting for drinks. His fingers crept higher and forward. I rested my head back into his chest giving him the sign not to stop. I squeezed his cock even tighter. Then my knees almost. She use to wear some what transparent blouses and she is in work the saree use to slip and i can have a visibility of her boobs and nipples. From there only i use to watch her in wrong angle. One fine day in the afternoon as i went to her home i saw her husband in home and he greeted me hi and welcomed me into house and i came to know that he is suffering from fever. So he went to bedroom and taking rest. In the mean while my aunty is taking rest in hall on diwana. I went near her and slept. Eveline sat there stunned. So many different conflicting thoughts andfeelings were tumbling around in her head and she couldn't thinkstraight. Initially she had felt angry that he had used her office forthat purpose, then she herself had felt used because he had used herstockings in that manner. Then she had felt a little giggly because thewhole episode was just so weird. Now she felt curious. Did he fancy herin particular? He seemed to be a charmer and she was sure he couldn'tfind it hard to.