"A moment later she wrapped her arms around mine and pulled it tight against her chest. My hand ended on the inner side of one knee. All I could think...about at that moment was the feel of her firm tits against my arm and the feel of her soft skin against my hand. "Thank you uncle Brad." She said, hugging my arm even tighter. As I sat there with my arm against her firm tits, my hand against her smooth soft inner thigh, I found myself wondering what it would be like to fuck my sexy little niece.. Diane looked at me and said. "It's so soft, and yet so stiff and hard." "Yep that's about the way it always is when a man is aroused." I said.Diane then asked. Is it always hard like this?" I said. "No honey, it is usually small and soft and limp, it only gets hard and long when a guy gets sexually aroused or excited." Oh I see" she said.Then I asked. "You like to lick and suck on pop-cycles?" Diane said she did. so I asked her to treat my cock like a pop-cycle, but no teeth, ever, as that. About age 8,I had an incident where I was mistaken for a girl, and I have wanted to be one somewhere in my head ever since. I have been taking hormones for a month and am totally excited about what my life will be like as I go onward from here. The names in the story below have been changed but it's pretty faithful to reality.I'm sorry to say there isn't much point to it. It's just a self indulgent happy memory, and I thought by transcribing it I would be able to sort of relive it in my. " I smiled at her. "It's okay. I understand what happened. I know you like Wendell and I'm glad that Sam turned out to be nice." She nodded. "Anyway, we split up when we left the restaurant. Wendell drove Sam to The Calvert and I took my car. You remember that at the Calvert I always met the guy in the room. We never went up together." "Yes I remember." Suddenly Kelly started to giggle. I looked at her. "What's so funny?" "Wendell was so cute when we were leaving the restaurant. He pulled me.