My name is Michael, and this is a story about me, and my exploits as a teenager. Im 16 years old, Im in the 10th grade, and Im fairly average in every...way. I look average, Im pretty average at sports, and Ive got an average popularity in school. Im just average. I have an average family, a dad whos hard working at the age of 46. His names James and he works as a lawyer. A hardworking guy, who loves his family, he cares for everyone, and hes well-loved within the community. My moms name is. I said, Sir I can pay you to fix my car. Call me Bob, he said.Outside he fiddled with what looked like every piece of my engine. I noticed he had the biggest fucking hands I had ever seen. Course they went with the rest of him, his arms were huge and bulgy. Bob said you’re gonna need a tow to a garage. Fuck I said! I live 100 miles from here. Bob said, look Toby, I gotta rig in the back, sleeps two, I’m gonna get a shower and get some shut-eye and you can bunk with me if you want, then call you. .................I am a 24 year old male to female transsexual, I have been dressing up as a a woman since I was 14 and had nylon led sexual fun since my early teens. Often wanking myself whilst wearing a pair of sheer stockings. The result is that today I have a very large wardrobe of clothes and shoes, I am completely smooth all over apart from a landing strip and have manicured nails and shaped eyebrows and with killer legs in high heels. I am single but I had this strong desire to go. (New Hopewell Era)Mayoni and Kalea were the first to enter the executive conference room on the ninth Level of Spirit House, a half hour early for the upcoming meeting. The western views out the panoramic windows looked very familiar. They should have. Mayoni's and Kalea's apartment was directly above the conference room on Level-10. Through all the years of their absence, the Hopewell had kept the apartment reserved for them. The two sisters sat down and waited for the others to arrive.It had.