But, that wasn't what I sent you." I know," I said as I leaned down to kiss her. 'I love you, too." She jumped back, shocked. "Remember I'm experience... and very sensitive to your thoughts, but I think with practice you could probably do it. Like, what am I thinking right now?" Ha ha, you're so obvious. You want what you always want—me!" We laughed as we pulled each other close. I loved the touch of her soft skin and when she pushed those hard little nipples into my chest there was nothing I. We hit pay dirt. There were a number of vehicles parked around the town with scavenging groups making the rounds. There seemed to be two types of people in these groups; fighters, who were all men and armed, and workers, who were women and men. The workers were dressed more shabbily and were dirtier than the fighters. The women's clothing was sometimes insufficient to cover them decently. We were observing through binoculars until Bennie pulled us to one side."Elroy, you will stay here hidden. My confession is not to being transgendered, but I am a product of my environment. That is to say "I am" whatever I feed myself. Shall I continue in shame? Never may that be! But I am accountable. Shall I feel bad upon my guilt? And I say not! For I have fed myself in ignorance... Age 5... exploration of the femme Psyche. In Kindergarten at playtime I would quickly assume the dominant female role while playing house. But this internal question would yet lay dormant until age 9...The Yellow. "Oh my God, that feels soo good" she moaned. I pushed her t-shirt up, exposing her beautiful breasts and said "tell me how this feels" as I lowered my head and started kissing and sucking her breasts, running my tongue over and around her nipple. "Oh fuck thats amazing" was her reply as I continued to enjoy her boobs. "You know, we'd be more comfortable upstairs" I said, suddenly imagining my aunt walking in to find us making out. "Ok" she said as I took her hand and led her to her bedroom..