Very strange. Two weeks later at a similar gathering, we were again outside on the rooftop – it was a beautiful summer’s day. Helen was again wear...ng a fitted t-shirt and a relatively short skirt. At some point during the afternoon, she was sat directly opposite me, next to Michael, on a low bench lounger – I glanced across chatting and she unmistakably spread her legs a little wider, giving me a clear view of her pussy. I did a double take to make sure I wasn’t imagining this and to check no. They both yelled :What?? Bitch!!!! I thought for a minute and realized that I realy did not know we had a guest until they told me. I also became hard again by the idea of not knowing what really was happening. The sex was great so, No, I really could not complaint. I imagine that this will happen more frequently from now on. I asked how did this guest came about?? They said that the guest was actually another nurse from another floor who is also Lesbian and that goes to the same club that. Finally he spoke."John," he said, "You need some roots. You had your work, but that's gone. You have no hobbies. You have no wife or children. You are disconnected from life."I could feel the truth in what he said. "But roots?" I asked. "Where do you find roots?" You might try to find your father's people in--where is it?--Cleaver's Mills," he replied. "That's a start. Go from there."I nodded. That made a kind of sense. My father had died when I was 10, of what and how my mother never spoke. I. Truth be told, I am glad I attempted to get rid of Jennifer. Because my failure to do so has affirmed that she is who I am and who I was meant to be. The fact that my desire to be a woman would never go away, but had become instinctual helped prove to me that I was never truly a Jeff, but always a Jenn. She wasn’t a fetish or some deviation on being bi or gay, but real flesh and bl**d femininity. Whenever I was her, I felt right and whole. Whenever I see her in the mirror or a photo, I know she.