I entered the living room and Mum put her magazine down and smiled as Ientered the room. I took a breath and smiled back."Can I have a quick word with...you Mum? I've got something I need to tellyou."She looked at me. "By all means Mike. What's up? You look like you'recarrying all the problems of the world on your shoulders. So what do youhave to tell me?"I sat down and leaned forward slightly. "It's... It's..." I chewed my lip. "Iwant to be a girl Mum." The words slipped from my mouth. "I would. I found myself visiting internet sites that catered to pics of naked guys. I looked intently at the pics, lusting after the cocks that were displayed before me. I would find one or two pics of a beautiful cock and I would jack-off imagining myself sucking it until it came. I progessed to the gay and bisexual sites where I could check out the pics and movies of men sucking each others rock-hard cocks and pounding each others asses. Then the gay/bisexual chat rooms. I started cybering with other. I have a lot to do,” she mused aloud. “Too much to do. Too many responsibilities.” Suddenly she felt like crying. “I’m only nineteen...”Her phone chimed, and the text read, ‘Good time to talk?’She smiled, her spirits suddenly lifted. It was Brendon.‘Yes!!!’ She quickly replied.Moments later her phone rang – actually Brendon’s ring tone was the opening notes of an Irish tune played on a dulcimer. He had introduced her to Celtic music, and now her phone and tablet were loaded with tunes featuring. M baad wo kisi goan me jane laga waha sirf khet or mango ke farm they road pe thode thode duri pe ghar fir jatin ek kachi sadak ki or jane laga or wahi ek juna sa goan me hota he na esa makan tha aaspass koi makan nhi tha jatin ne bike ghar ke pichey le gaya me bhi apni bike ek jagah rakh ke ghar ke pass dekhne lagaFir me dhime dhime ghar ke pass gaya muje dono ki aawaze sunai de rahi thi khidki me darare padi thi me khid ki me se dekhne laga raju or rima dono baate kr rahe they jatin ne.