Timwas old enough to be my father and that was gross, but that was because Iwas thinking about it from my point of view as Darren. On the other hand,...ow could I think about it from any other point of view? Getting a sexchange isn't the same thing as getting a brain transplant.I closed my eyes and imagined myself with Tim. I imagined us in bedtogether. He was naked and I was wearing one of my mother's nightgowns.I felt his hands on my breasts and the taste of his tongue as he pushed itinside. I began to stroke her from her tits down to the beginning of her waist band then I gripped both sides and drew her shorts and I kissed down through her bush and moved to her left leg I kissed down to her foot and massaged it before moving to the right foot and working my way back up. Susan had begun to shiver as I began kissing her inner thigh nearer and nearer to her center of pleasure. When I reached it licked the creases of the junction of leg and vagina to either side. Her smell was. I lifted my right hand to her neck, thumb along the back of her jaw, and gently pulled her into me. My left hand went to her waist and pulled her there. Her ex, I knew, had not shown her any tenderness for a long time and, more than anything, I wanted her to feel wanted again, treasured… loved. I hoped her desire for these things would outweigh all of the reasons this might be wrong. I opened my mouth slightly, she reciprocated and accepted my tongue, and then we were kissing at the door of. When I think of them in context with what we have done I feel sick. We had so much to lose by being together and we didn’t want to be a couple together. That wasn’t what this was. We would never work as a couple but as friends who fancy the pants off each other, we work incredibly well. As much as I agreed, I felt like I had gone through a breakup this week. I felt empty, I felt lost. I was tearful and angry which I had to blame on hormones. If we hadn’t escalated whatever it was we used to.