" Done." On speakers." Done." Baltimore Chesapeake Station. Helen speaking." Helen, this is Megan Hastings. Get my mother please. Tell her I'm ready f...r the broadcast." Yes, ma'am." Secondary news desk, local section. Mrs. Hastings speaking." Hi mom. You wanted me to call when we were ready, remember." Ready already? As in right now?" Yep." We are going to pre-empt the noon news for this. I like it. Stand by."Bob gave me an evil grin. "Want to put the broadcast on visual?" In due time, my dear. Most of them even came out well enough I could wear them in public, that is if I had the nerve. But this time it was different. This time, in my current unemployed state, I decided to sew a pair of shorts for my male self. Somehow all of my good shorts had disappeared in the various moving adventures of the past year, and I was in no position to buy some new ones for the very hot weather we were having. Besides, it's the end of August now and the stores think it's winter; they're full of. I laid her on the bed on her back to play bouncy bouncy, ride on top, kissing her mouth, neck, and going down to her breasts. But something got in the way here: the bra, which I unfasten quickly and anxiously. It popped up a pair of tits like bouncing too obvious and evident, nipples hard and standing bristly. She tried to cover them -I suppose was embarrassed at the sight of the tiny nipples, but to tell you the truth, these were charming and big. I kept going down past her navel, then. My mother Elsie, sister Anne, cousins Mica and Ivan and a few friends know about this side of me. My father Francois and the rest of the family don’t know because they’re intolerant and homophobic. My aunt Gabrielle is the most homophobic person on the planet. She’s also a sociopath. I can see her for what she is, though the rest of the family thinks she’s a saint. While living under her roof, I’ve got to watch out. Her husband Louis is a passive-aggressive bastard who hates my guts. Her son.