He was wearing a loose black t-shirt tucked into old and faded, slim cut wranglers. Kevin was 18 or 19; a grown man by country standards. But the t-sh...rt emphasized his slim, boyish build. The wranglers waistband showed off his small, flat waist; and accented the rounding curves of his butt.Kevin climbed into my Chevy Nova for some Friday night fun. He didn’t know he was going to be the fun. I let off the clutch and headed out.“There’s some beer in the back seat,” I said, “Pop us open a. I saw familiar storefronts andsights go by in the windshield as we drove along. They looked the same,but I was seeing them through different eyes. Prettier eyes, to be sure,but a lot more than that. Calmer. Somehow more peaceful, but excited atthe same time. It wasn't the sights that were changing; it was me.We got to the restaurant and Stanley opened the door for me. I swung mylegs out together, and he took my hand in his to help me gently out ofthe car. Gently. Delicately. I could. She also had something else which could not been seen but which she hoped that Jason would discover later in the night. Jason felt that he would like to dress to impress as well and donned a pair of black pants over his boxers, with a pale blue dress shirt and cufflinks, complimented by a black tuxedo and a string tie. He also wanted this to be a successful night and would do anything to achieve that outcome. He was seated in the bar when Miranda walked in! Wow, she looked gorgeous. He stood. She would yellat me when she saw me cross my legs, when I wasn't dressed as a woman,or use my female voice in male mode. And if I tucked my legs undermyself when we watched TV I usually got hit in the arm. "Sit like a manfor chissakes," she would bark. Taking pictures was easier to understandI guess. Soon she and Sal started going out for dinner or drinks assoonas Miri or Mike came over. They both knew the schedule better than me.She was usually back in bed by nine or ten, though sometimes she.