I kept looking at her. “You’re being weird,” she said as she got up and looked around for another pen to put with the postcard. She found a hote... pen.“I can’t help it,” I replied.“Still weird,” but she didn’t sound upset, in fact, she moved a lock of hair behind her hair so I could look at her better as she sat back down.I replied, “I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow. He ran a fingernail across my scrotum which felt exquisitely electrifying sending hot pumping blood to my penis and I felt it engorge and slowly rise against my will entirely. 'Oh now you're coming to the party. Surprise, surprise the thought of a gay man touching you up had got your blood pumping, always knew there was a little bit of gay in you......... thwre be much more before this night is out too' he stated almost matter a factly that sent a chill. through me. Shells walked over and stood. Of course, she was right. I did feel much more confident as a girl. It just felt right. Before, when I dressed up as Michelle, it was a fleeting sexual moment, only to orgasm, then be done. But the past three days changed my whole outlook. Michelle is who I was, and it was Michael that was the pretender. I knew it now, thanks to my sister. We stayed cuddled in bed for a very long time, as we spoke of our hopes, dreams, fears, doubts, aspirations, and out plans for the future. Foremost on. My excitement was too far advanced to recede and I ground my pussy into Steve’s impressive bulge feeling the heat from his cock as he twitched his excited member, sending the orgasmic waves throughout my pussy. I kissed his neck and ear whispering hoarsely that I was coming. The other guys cheered hearing of my impending orgasm as I tossed my head back and panted furiously that I was coming. My body shook with the intensity of the orgasm as the last waves of orgasmic desire dissipated from.