"What has been the topic of conversation here?" "I have been reciting some of my adventures in far off places to Martha," replied Charles, "although s...e is possibly too young to hear it. Our parents may consider my stories totally unsuitable for her young ears." "Really Charles!" retorted Martha with some annoyance, "I am not a child." "Are my ears too young?" asked Beatrice as she sat down on the opposite side of her brother. "You are a wife now Beatrice, so the answer is no, but I will leave. “We need to marry first.” I knew she didn’t think my ma treated me fairly. I still don’t know if she knew who my real father was, or the circumstances in which I was made, though. Perhaps she’d have been softer and more understanding if she’d known?“We want to get married. We are going to farm five days hinter from here,” and I waved westward. “Ma, pa, you’d like the spot we’ve picked. We have cleared a big field, and fenced it, and are building a proper cabin. You’ll like it when you see. Then it dawned on me, I have only been dressing up as a woman for 36 hours and I’m already noticing how poorly my friends treat women. We were all just pieces of ass for them to conquer. It really put into perspective what my friends where really about. I started to realize that I really don’t want to hang around men that have no appreciation for a woman. I wanted to be treated with respect and feel a man’s comforting body. Wait, did I really just think that? I did. After several drinks, I was. ”“What do you want to know?”“Just what stuff is called.”“Have you ever done anything?”“You mean with a boy?”“Or anything.”“No,” I lied. I was very aware of my panties, which at the moment were wrapped around my knees. Very nonchalantly, while Lisa leafed through the book, I propped my chin on my hand, pretending I was looking at it too, and with my other hand under the table, I tried to work my panties down my legs, but they were too tangled up, and they wouldn’t drop.Lisa had the book open to.