I had always had transvestite feelings from as far back as I could remember. I had done the usual, dressed in my mother's clothes, etc. in front of th... mirror but, after having moved into my own place in London, I really felt I should explore my feelings more fully. Was I a TV, or did I actually have transsexual inclinations?I'd done various gender identity tests on the net and was invariably reduced to a trembling shock/strange joy when the result "probable transsexual" inevitably popped up. I. The friction of my movements as I massaged my mom was too much and I squirted between her legs all over her ass and onto the sheets behind my mom, as she lay on her side. I couldn't help it.Of course, this happened as my mom was coming around a bit, warming up and the pain of two broken ankles began to invade her comatose state."Cory, what are you... ?" She asked."Oh, I hurt. Oh, help, Cory, I have broken something. Help me." She cried."Do you want to go to the hospital, Mom?" I asked."I think. Sometimes you have to step up and do what you have to do.]Money was tight. We were a young couple with our second kid on the way, trying to live on my Navy paycheck. Unfortunately, they lost all my records in the last change of station. They were able to estimate an E3's base pay, but since we still needed to re-establish proof of marriage, our housing allowance was temporarily on hold. For the last month, our take-home pay was about half what we normally got and it would be the same the coming. Even that doesn’t sound very macho. I really didn’t date much but went out with groups of people. I enjoyed my life and my friends. I hated homework, I wasn’t the smartest kid in the class, but I wasn’t the dumbest either. As I said, I was one of those kids like most of us that was in the middle of the pack. Late in my senior year we had some new neighbors move in next door. They had a daughter, Gloria, who was a junior. They moved here from Kentucky. She looked like a southern doll and had the.