"And as for you," Dr. Girardi said as she turned her attention back tome, "Don't think you can pick and choose the parts of your mother thatyou want t... be like and disregard the rest. I know that would beconvenient and fulfilling in the short term, but we need to focus on thelong term because that's what this is about. We're not talking aboutyou becoming a woman for summer vacation and then flipping a swtich andgoing back to being a boy when school starts. We're talking about youbecoming a. A slide of his tongue along my collarbone, and the slide of his finger over my inner thigh, brings a gasp from my throat. ‘Please, touch me.’ Begging him, not recognizing my own voice. ‘In time. In time.’ A frustrated whimper is pulled from me. His finger slides slowly up and down my leg, then skims, light as a feather over the soft hairs of my sex. Lifting my hips, I try to capture the teasing finger, wanting more of it, needing more of it. The warmth of his palm presses against my mound,. She has a habit of getting up late and then wandering around in what she slept in until she has a shower, which can be late afternoon and when it's hot weather she will go outside dressed like this as well. Well, the day after I dropped her off she tells me it was a scorcher and when she got up she opened the door and sat on the porch having a coffee, just wearing some silky cream loose panties and a thin and short gown. She said she just got a glimpse of the old guy next door watching her. Her mother turned at the sound, and Melinda's eyes widened. "Mom?! She's so ... and that's ... me..."Melinda stared as her bawling six-year-old self was pulled into her mother's lap."Oh, honey, what is it?" Penny said in a tender voice.Young Melinda wailed for another minute before her mother could calm her down enough to talk. "Th-the ... the other kidsh ... won't shtop l-laughing at me..."Penny uttered a forlorn sigh. "Honey, I'm so sorry." Why c-can't I talk like them?! Why d-do I have to.