I was just 18 years old when I met him and he was not someone whom I would be fascinated and he was 52 years old friend of my father and I know it’s...shocking that I let him take my virginity but ooohhhh it was so perfect then.He was always caring and there for me and my granny my mother and father got divorced when I was very small, so they have settled in their own respective life, I live with my granny when papa comes he brings his friend along.So, it was then I knew him and he used to hug me. It had been a fabulous adventure, far beyond her wildest imaginings. Shehad been born a male in the mid-twentieth century, filled with longingsto be magically transformed into a girl, never believing for a momentsuch a thing was actually possible. Then one night he (he was Bob then)and a fellow fan of TG fiction on the 'net named Troy found themselveswhisked back to the middle of the twentieth century, 1953 to be exact, toassume the lives of two young women raising two young girls.Their portal. "It's not very big" Jay said apologetically, but she loved it and when we went down to the shop to tell Mister Singh that she would be staying with us for a while, he was quite relieved that she was able to buy booze legally and said that she was welcome.It was a bit crowded in our bed that night, but at least Frankie and I were able to sleep in each other's arms and it had been such a great weekend that we were ready for a good night's sleep.The next week was taken up with preparing for and. She didn't make a lot of sense...I've just left work...I'll call" Can I help...I can come with you," I interrupted."I'm calling from the car ...I'm already on I-65 honey, I'll be in West Lafayette in ninety minutes. I'll call you as soon as I'm there," she promised as she hung up.~~~~~~Putting the phone down in its cradle, my other hand still absentmindedly stroking myself, I was stunned at how hard mom's first words had hit me. She's just a little bitch, why should I care, I thought.