I would look forward to bath time so much. It was a little odd that my twin’s cock never seemed to grow, but Mum would never chastise me or behave a... if I was being naughty, and yet I did feel that mum’s cleaning was a secret thing between us and shouldn’t be disclosed to anyone.Mum continued to bathe us right up to us being 11 years old. Now we would take it in turns to bathe, my twin always going first and leaving me plenty of time to enjoy mum’s attentions. The Summer I turned 11 was. " But you don't go on about it all the time." You never asked, I just try to keep my mind off it. It is still tooweird to deal with. I'm mostly fine with the whole thing. But that iswhat really bothers me. Is there some part of me that truly wanted to bea girl or did the device make me like it? I stay up at night thinking ofthis. So the less I think about it, the better I feel. Now since Ihaven't been with R, who besides the whole sex thing is a blast to hangwith and a good friend, I. Oh yes, the sex was great--fantastic in fact--but that's allthere was really; no depth, no real emotional bond. I had strayed pretty farfrom my original dream, but God, I was enjoying myself, just living each dayfor the pleasure of it, not thinking about the future... "A future thatarrived all too quickly. Before I knew it, it was December 24th. Other thanit being Christmas Eve, and the first anniversary of my transformation, Ididn't give it much thought. It was late afternoon; I was getting. I didn't realize how much I wanted a place of my own, Telling people I had a new place, made the whole thing finally seem real."Jennifer, I need to talk to you," I said upon my return to the motel."Sure Sylvia, you need more towels or something?" she asked."No Jennifer, I'm going to move," I said hanging my head a little."Oh hell honey, don't feel bad. You were here longer than I expected. You have been here almost eight months, How are you fixed for towel and stuff?" she asked."I don't have.