.. it doesn’t bother you?”I shook my head. “Nope. I liked you before and I like you even more since you told me. I admire your strength and hone...ty.” I took her hand again.She studied my eyes for a long time. Then she said, “Hmm. Okay, we’ll try this, but...”“‘But’ nothing,” I said firmly. “We can be friends and see how that feels. May I ask you some questions ... friend?”“Yes.”“When did you realize you weren’t meant to be a guy?”“At least you didn’t say ‘decide to be a girl’,” she laughed.. I can hear her footsteps getting louder as she gets closer. My heart is racing as she comes to round the corner.I round the corner and grab her by the waist lifting her into the air. She lets out a shriek and drops her suitcase. She was initially startled but then came to laughter as she realized she wasn't in any real danger. I pushed her against the back of the couch and pressed my waist into hers. She asked, "Now? Where's mom and dad?" "They're gone," I say grinding my growing dick in. I twist in the sheets, trying to make myself comfortable. My hair and body are wet. Was I in the bath? Or did I imagine it? The mirror is still above me but now the glass is frosted. The tingling warmth in my lower body is growing stronger. I kick back the damp sheets. I stroke my nipples: I circle each areola, gently pinch each teat. Then I can bear it no longer and I’m reaching down, caressing my chest, my stomach, my mound.I run my fingers through my pubic hair. The dream is authentic in. Scott’s fingers were tickling her and less than an inch from her nipple and getting closer! It felt too good to describe and Becky lost herself in it. A minute later, his fingers were touching her nipple and stroking it as they went back and forth on her boob.“Does that feel good?” Scott asked gently. Becky didn’t know how to answer. Afraid to upset him, she just nodded and kept her eyes closed. “You are not going to make him think you’re a wussy, little girl,” she told herself. “Just go along.