"Besides, I'm a genius. Geniuses have the power not to believe in genies, ifthey don't want to. And that's what I choose. I choose science, not magic....Good-bye, Dobiekins. See you tomorrow." Tomorrow??"And as she walked away she said, as she glance one last time over hershoulder, "I *do *believe in the relativity of time."And love." Tomorrow! Tomorrow! I love you. I love you. You're only a day.a-way!." Harold what's that music?!" It's the hit song from a musical that hasn't been written, yet,. Shortly after his sixteenth birthday, he told me about his plans to transition. It came as no surprise to me and I hugged him close for the last time as a guy.Jesse dropped out of school shortly after and he seemed to go off the radar. He never went off the radar with me though, sending me pictures and texts all the time. Over the next year or so, with the aid of the pictures she sent me all the time, I watched as shy effeminate Jesse turned into the gorgeous soft breasted Jessica. She looked. God knows she needed the fun, but now all she needed was rest. In her dream, Andrea was walking through the village where they had stayed and it was sunny rather than the cold mid-January weather that was the chilly reality outside. She was wearing a light, floaty pink dress which was a rare occurrence for her, but matched her blonde hair perfectly. The light curls bounced around her shoulders in the breeze, her eyes darting about the scenery of the town. There were no people, just the shadows. I had even given her what she wanted on more than a few occasions because I would be the first one to admit she had the sweetest ass in all creation and she was about as juicy as any female could possibly be and still be ready for more humping no matter how tired one could get after a hard day’s night.I remembered with great clarity how high she would push her ass up for hard cock without saying a single word but grunting like a schoolgirl when she got it right in that place that set her all on.