I hadn't read her book, so I didn't realize she was a pre-op trans.She didn't know I was a sissy. We were just hanging out.In the days to come, we hun... out more. I found out that she was once aboy named Jessie. She found out I was once a boy named John. It didn'tmatter. We were good company.Oh, I know. There are subtle differences between a transexual woman and asissy. She didn't have the compulsion to clean, for one thing. Or toserve. But she would bring me tea, too. She was sweet and gentle. It was also possible he was out of shape too.By the time we’d dragged the corpse a good distance away from the house, I was confident he wasn’t helping anymore, just keeping his hand on the leg for show.Whatever.Didn’t need his help anyway.Satisfied that we’d gone far enough, we finished dumping it and began walking back to the house in silence.Nick tried to start up a conversation after a few dozen steps.“Well, that was fun. You must work out,” he commented.I shook my head, not wanting to lie. After munching some toast Dee looks intently at Kate and says "The results are just in for your DNA analysis - I'm shocked: it found spunk in both body cavities – at least the anal probe was human"."It seems to be a close family relative: a cousin, your dad perhaps?" then everyone looks at Kate's brother "... is it yours by any chance?"Kate's brother admits he went to her room last night, to return her trash fashion magazine and sniff her used panties. Kate "I had to take last month's magazine. He then tried to lift the pen and it slid and was now along the length of my thigh. I was frozen in the moment and unable to move a muscle or even blink.When he finally lifted the pen after what felt like an eternity and the butterflies in my belly had metastasised into flying dragons, his fingers again grazed my thighs and this just made those dragons breathe fire in me. The fire that melted me from within and something warm molten had seeped out of my virgin cherry lips onto my pink cotton.