Then Irealised that I had been addressed as a female by a woman in a shop. Ifelt a little tingle of excitement in the end of my cock. In that malepart...of me hidden under my skirt and enclosed in soft feminineunderwear. It was at the same time both erotic (to have my malenessdenied) and reassuring (to know that I didn't look a freak).As we walked back home, Ann squeezed my arm and nodded at the case I aspulling behind me. "It looks like you're going on a journey," shelaughed. And I reflected. She disengaged from both of us, stood up and said, "We need to talk." She took Andrea by the hand and led her away for a bit of privacy. They came back several minutes later, standing in front of me and smiling. "Peter, you know that Lydia and I are lovers, but we are much more than that. We want to be married now that it's legal in this state. We have something to ask you. Please think about it before you answer." My sister finished and the two women looked at each other for a moment. " What's going to happen to Abby?" I asked."Why; nothing is going to happen to her, sweet pea. Now, don't worry yoursweet little head."I didn't want to be put off like that; that's the bad part of beinglittle. I said, "Yeah, but she gonna get to play volleyball or not likethat other girl?"Mommy actually gasped when I said that. My diaper was all hooked up, andshe picked me up and sat with me in the big rocking chair."How much do you know about all of that, JB?"I didn't know what to answer. I. Fantasy could only prepare me so much, and the only experience I had with handling penises was with my own. I figured I could improvise, do things that I knew felt good for me, but there was still a difference between theory and practice.I began rubbing his bulge, giving extra attention to the sensitive underside near the tip, which I knew he would love. Paul did his part, breathing heavily and murmuring how good everything was feeling. As a small wetness appeared right at the tip of his bulge,.