She planned to use some of the better stories in the next issue of The American Crossdresser. This is the story that I submitted.At age twelve, Ronni... Long was a beautiful child with the voice of an angle. He loved to sing but often complained to his mother that he would give his musical talent away if he could just be big, strong and athletic like the other boys in his neighborhood. It worried him that the other boys were out playing football and baseball while those things held no interest. As gently as he could, he pushed me upward at the waist, helping me to raise further off of him with each movement. Following his eyes, I looked down at us. I saw his perfectly built body mere inches from my own. I saw his warm, firm hands on my skin. I saw his cock sliding into me, glistening with the moisture of my pussy. I saw no space between us.“I love you, Jack.” He wrapped his hands quickly around my back, pulling me against him as he began thrusting into me, taking control. “Oh, yes!. "It's getting late." Terry said. "Do you want me to walk you back to your room Melissa?" Sure"On the way back to the room Terry asked if I wanted to see a picture of his boat. I agreed, so we stopped at his room. We went into the room, and Terry opened his briefcase to get the picture."Wow, Terry that is a nice boat." I don't know the slightest thing about boats but I could tell it was an expensive one.I handed the picture back to Terry, he laid it down. "Melissa," he gently grasped my hands.. For these people, the idea of seeing in print one of the most important and most secret aspects of their lives – anonymised of course – seems to have a huge, almost cathartic appeal. After a few back-and-forth conversations, I developed several stories whose narratives either exactly or very closely followed my new friends’ real lives.When published, these stories attracted more correspondence which in turn produced more stories until I had a good solid set of examples with which to begin the.