By five-thirty I was on the road taking the three hour trip to Western. A half hour out I called Carol and she told me that she and Becky were waiting...for me in room 116 of the Comfort Inn."I got this particular room because of its fond memories." I thought 118 is where we made those memories." But 116 is the room that caused them to be made."The girls were naked and waiting when I got there which caught me a little off guard because I had expected that we would go to dinner and then they would. I noticed that the last thing that both Emily and Karen did was to put their tops back on.As we all walked back to the cars I again saw a few people looking at me but not saying anything, even when they saw me get into the back of a car with a young man on either side of me. Thankfully Matt, William and Luke didn’t try to embarrass me during the return journey but whenever I looked at Matt’s shorts they looked to be a but uncomfortable whereas Williams didn’t. I wondered if Matt really was. My cock is straining at my trousers now.as i walk past people i check them out,i get the odd glimpse of a cleft between womens tits as they bend to put things in thier bags.i purr to myself again.i have apicture run through my mind of my cock between those clefts going backwards and forwards.i go looking for some clothes,i pop into a clothes shop select some trousers and a top and head for the changing rooms.soon as im in a booth i pull down my trousers and pants and step out of them. then i. I never understood that I was different than other kids. There was no conscious decision from me, I just naturally identified with the girls. I wore dresses, loved dolls… stuff traditionally considered girls stuff. But my dad refused to give up on having a boy. You would think they could have just tried for another child. Instead it became a power struggle between my mother and father. By the time I became a teenager, the doctors were telling my parents that only I could make a decision.