It'snot like I could go back to being a girl- my uterus is gone, my ovariesare gone, my breasts are gone, I've had testosterone flooding my body fora ...ull third of my life... but this 'final step' is something elseentirely, and it's hard to say why. Is it because I'd always be a 'chickwith a dick'? Is it because I'm scared I'd never fully get used to havingit? Is it because I'm not THAT uncomfortable with the way I am?I ask all these rhetorical questions two days later as I sit on one ofthe. .do you realize what you're doing?"A couple of them continued giggling. "Now my mother," one of them said, "will probably think...now what would she think." They all giggled louder."Honestly, Heather's fine," one of them said assuredly. "Don't worry about her, Mrs Johnson...just enjoy...jesus, like you have finest tits...wow. I could like nurse on these all night long."My mind was confused by their...their compliments! This was a sick intrusion of my body...yet...what am I thinking, I have to. I knew that; it was obvious. And every once in a while, since our 'seduction' began, I've wondered if that very first plea for advice might have been simply an attempt at an ice-breaker to get me softened up for a discussion of sex. Well, I didn't take it that way then, even though many of our talks did cover the subject.He did tell me whenever he scored, and did exhibit a bit of pride in doing so, yet always as someone who had to talk about it and didn't want to share it with any male friends. She started to rub him through his pants, surprisingly what was happening in the backseat as the movie was now going on was oblivious to the other couple who were now sitting on the ground on a blanket infront of the car.Kyle mind was in a daze as he was kissing Becky and as she was rubbing him through his pants but then the feeling went away as she broke the kiss again and stopped rubbing, he looked at her and she smiled undoing his pants, she lured his cock out and started to slowly stroke.