We ate and talked of various things though didn't reach the subject of Laura again. I was in my study and called her ten or so minutes after nine."Hel...o, Laura. It's Paul Sanderson. How are you this evening?" Hi, Paul. It's good to hear you. I'm tired but Tuesdays are my long day. How was your day?" It was good. We are expanding a plant and I have to draw up the bid document including the contract. We get closer to what we want but it means more work for me because I have to draw a document for. I was assigned male at birth, but I have always known I was a female. That was never in question. I am bisexual and find both males and females sexually attractive, that was always for sure in my mind.What I have struggled with was my body. I sometimes wish that I had large breasts, curvy hips, and of course, a vagina, but I do very much enjoy my cock and balls.I know that every person has some time in their life disliked their bodies, and I am no exception. I hated being different, but I also. I am also conscious of men of all ages looking at me. Since I wear long skirts little do they realise I am without underwear and wet and aroused so they seem to dismiss me as potentially exciting unless my pert nipples cause stares.Sometimes on a train I notice an older man with bulge and the classic closing his eyes and just peeping at me occasionally. If the train is not too busy I tend to smile and just stare at his cock. Sometimes this produces a smile back! I like to replay these. She has pale skin and a few freckles around her nose, hazel eyes, and thin lips that smile readily. I stretched and she saw me. She whispered "You OK Mike?" "No. Stiff as a board." "Poor Mikey! C'mere, I'll give you a rub." I scooted over to her, letting the blanket fall. It was warm, I was quite comfortable in my thin sports shorts and t-shirt. She sat on the couch, legs apart with me sitting between her thighs and facing away. She rubbed my shoulders and I hooked my arms over her bare thighs..