I will not have to tell you when it happens."To me it felt like I was trying to juggle marshmallows blindfolded while wearing boxing gloves. Cooper la...ghed."The blindfold is an illusion," Bud laughed along with Cooper. "And the boxing gloves are quickly shrinking away."After dinner and a shower, I spent a little time cleaning up after myself in the kitchen and then sat down with the laptop out on the front porch. The rocking chair there had been inviting me since I'd first walked up the porch. And the moment I'd ejaculate, all cross-gender desire would go awayentirely, and I'd get up and go back to computer programming.Over the years, though, the desire to be a woman started to creep outinto my everyday life. I watched my peers grow breasts and curves, andenvied them so much, despite the fact that they grew increasinglymindless as well, especially around boys they liked (which was sometimesme, Goddammit!). Sometimes it was arousing to imagine myself in theirplace, growing teenage. It was an early spring evening in March and it was a Friday. My friends and I were hanging out together at the 'Old Bridge.' The Old Bridge was a part of the road where we lived which was off the beaten track. It was no longer functional and the bridge was surrounded by woods. There were no street lights and during the spring and summer nights we would lay down on the bridge wall and stargaze. There were no cars or adults and was mainly a place for us teens to hang out. It was only 2 minutes. Aap toh itni sundar h..Itni acchi hai.Chachi: (blushing) accha mai sach much aisi hun?? Pr tumhara chacha ko itni kahan kadar h merime: arey chachi rhnedo aap..Yeh ab tk aapka hi doodh pita h?(pointing my finger at the kid) itna bada hone k baad?Chachi: haan par sirf raat ko..Tum bhi toh itne bade hone ke baad dkh rhe ho iseme: (shocked) nahi chachi..Chachi: sharmao mat hota h aisa..Or bhi boht si chizen pta h mujhe tumharime: jaise??Chachi: jaise ki tum mujhe jin nazron se dekhte ho. Roz mere.