Afraid thatsomeone who did find out would attack me or at least ridicule me. I wasalso afraid that I would be caught dressed in mom?s clothes. The str...ngest thing is that the others knew. For example, I came in thirdfor best looking girl in my senior year. The one who won was alreadytransitioning.I was actually attacked at the age of twelve by a boy who goosed mejust because he wanted to find out if I was a boy or girl. When hefound out he laughed. He laughed as I lay on the ground. I parted her legs and started to rub her clit while sucking on her nipples she threw her head back with pleasure while I was working on her first orgasm. I lowered my shorts down and slowly started to f**k her she was digging my back with her nails thru her second orgasm of the morning. I picked her off the counter and went and sat in a chair and she was on my lap bouncing like I was a bouncy ball. This lasted about another 15 minutes and she was filled with her first load of the day. We. Why did I stick with her? Well ninety-eight percent of my life was absolutely perfect, that's why. Except for those few days a year when she lost control, Helen was a wonderful wife. Affectionate, good in bed, fun to be with. My children were like Campbell soup kids, dark-haired and beautiful. My daughter was a sweet little princess, my son a hell-raising athletic little boy. They were perfect.We had bought a really neat old house in a picturesque storybook village, the kind of place where. They were all very attractive and had nice bodies, obviously the result of good genes!The best part, though, was being able to see all of their friends naked! My sisters were popular, so, throughout my teen years, I got to see dozens of naked teenage girls, most of them the sexiest, most popular girls in our high school. In our late teens, my sisters often had their friends over to prepare for double-dates, which was great because they always bathed before going out. And I got to watch. Then,.