I just smile knowing that I’m rubbing my stud husband’s cum on them while they pay for it! (But that’s another story!) Sometimes Gibson works la...e which means we miss our chance for a quickie before I leave. I know it frustrates him when we literally pass each other in the street heading in opposite directions. Yesterday, I was running the hot water for the tub to get ready for work, and I knew if Gibson got home right when I got out of the tub, we would have time for a quick romp. However, my. I'd look at my penis, and think, what if ...? I'd pull the shaftdown and then back toward my ass and quickly bring my legs together. Myhands would touch the soft blonde pubic hair that covered my new vulva,and for a brief moment I enjoyed the illusion that my crotch was like mymother's. Now it really was.I was checking my makeup one last time when there was a knock on thedoor.I opened the door to find the same two young men as before. It wasn't asurprise, I had recognized the email address. She broke their kiss and, with a breathless voice, said to him. "Ummm. That feels so nice, Henry." Henry simply smiled, kneaded her butt with his hands, and kissed her again. He then told her. "Yes, you do feel nice. Your butt is still so firm." He squeezed her butt once more then opened her door. He held her hand as June settled into her seat. When Henry climbed into the drivers seat, June slid over to sit close to her date. As they pulled out of the restaurant’s parking lot, Henry draped his. Of course Iwas jealous of her. Except I wasn't. I was transgendered and theopportunity for this fact to be open and discussed passed me by quickerthan you could say malpractice. My mother, bless her open mindedness gaveme the opportunity to buy my own clothes of my choosing to wear what Iwanted when I wanted and as any typical teenager would, I instead chose totry and conform, to avoid being anything other than normal.I have regretted this decision ever since and to my shame; at times.