Mom then turned to me. "Josh, why don't you get yourself and Beth situated in your room. I want to find out all about her and how you two met."OK, but...be nice Mom. Beth and I had a long flight and we probably could use a nap a bit later." I'm OK for now, Honey, but you're right, I am a little sleepy. After your Mom and I talk, we can cuddle and nap," she grinned. I noticed my Mom was blushing.After I unpacked us, I went down to the family room, put my feet up on the couch and started watching. There was no way that I could deal with the heartache I knew would be coming, that on top of the heartache I was already beset with. No, I had to be gone and so I was.Besides, I liked Littleton. It was far enough away from the black hats that I didn’t have to worry about a visit from my used to be best friend. That’s all I wanted: for him and them the lot of them to leave my ass alone. The good news? They had. And thank God for it!I was working at the Shadows. It was small, it was clean, and it. She grows up to know the clothing and the make up as being the fit for a woman. But idk how necessary it all is. As a man I like to wear loose fitting clothing, clothing I can move around in. I like to wear pants and shirts that are kind of plain and of sturdy not so soft materials. And Idk why everyone doesn't see their clothing this way. The fact is that society has brought up the genders into some gender specific materialism, that seems to be some underlying fetish. I think trans men feel. From early c***dhood, all I knew was that I was a girl. My m***r arranged an excuse to allow me to forgo physical education classes with each school that I attended, and began giving me what she called “vitamins”, actually hormone blockers, prior to puberty. When I was old enough, my parents sat me down and had 'the talk' with me. Given my 'special situation', this had to be one of the most awkward 'birds and bees' speech ever. Shortly after that I started taking female hormones, and my body.