Leaving me amore that a bit bemused andalready beginning think about possibilities. But I kept coming to oneunassailable fact. He was a man and I was ... boy!The second thing that happened was just so beautiful and reallyhelped cement my love for Nicky.It had actually had its genesis one afternoon a week or so earlier.We were lying together on the bed and listening to some music. Alittle later she was reading to me. I had never been a strong readerand I really enjoyed listening to her. She really. I can't believe what is happening with us and Idon't want it to jeopardize that. I feel like I have to tell her Icrossdress, but I think it's too soon. I just don't know what I shoulddo." You told me in an earlier session that you are an exhibitionist, likemany crossdresser are, but you feel it's a way of punishing yourself forthings you do. You put yourself in humiliating situations. Is thatcorrect?" I think so." Or are there other reasons you like to show yourself off."We sat there and looked. It’s okay to feel that way, but how you act on those feelings is what will define what sort of young woman you grow up to be. Demanding people please you is going to lead you to a hollow emotional life. You need to find someone that wants to be with you, not that you demand will be with you.”“But how do you know?” she asked.I pulled her in for a hug. “That’s that hardest part, knowing the difference between what your body wants, what your mind needs, and what your heart seeks. When you can. Ngoronge turned the corner of his quarters to find Lucinda in her white top, and tartan skirt. Leaning against the wall in the same position as she had been three days ago. He stopped and stared. He lowered the bucket he had been carrying and eyed the girl.Lucinda smiled shyly at him then lowered her eyes. He rubbed his hands on his overalls and walked over to the girl.Lucinda looked nervous, unsure, and excited at the same time. He reached the girl and turned her face towards him. Their eyes.