I gingerly took a peep inside, took a glance and stealthily stepped back again. I stood still my heart thudding loudly in my chest, what had I seen in...that brief look... my cousin George with his back to me... standing with his white smooth bottom on show!I had to remember to breathe! I just had to look again, I couldn't help myself. All the time a soughing rhythmic sound became prominent. I peeked again, this time holding my nerve to look for longer, absorbing more detail. Yes, there stood my. Thereis no way I will ever give birth. The view in the mirror isstill too masculine. I don?t know if I could ever get ridor my beard or the rug that covers my body. I am too tall.My voice is too deep. The hair where I need it is missing.I need to put makeup and look pretty, not like someone whois trying to pass. And if I try to pass I might get beat upby someone who believes he is a ?real? man. Or I might justbe lucky enough just to get a snide remark. I need to bewith woman as a woman, not a. The slow slide of his cock stretches me and fills me like no other. My legs wrap around his hips, holding him to me. Our bodies so close, it is impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. A feeling of completeness closes about my heart like a steel band. As one, his hips and mine start to move, drawing apart only to surge back together again. Husky words of love and passion spill from our mouths, incomprehensible to others, but oh so precious to us. My nails raking down the. You fucked up. Get over it.’ Sage realized how mean she sounded, but nothing could move her to care. She was fed up with everything it seemed like. Was this how her parents felt right before they decide they would drown their life away in gin vodka? Sage pushed the thought away before it could manifest itself anymore. She wasn’t them. She never would be. The thought made her push away her drink a little more. Geoff noticed and picked up the cold glass, examining it. ‘Did I not make it right?’.