Jenni was a fit brunette who had perky tits early but ones that never got too big for her body. She dressed in jeans and t-shirts and was a low maint...nance girl, which Ben liked. Jenni and Ben it off instantly, and as young teenagers always do, they hooked-up - over and over and over again. Jenni was nearly insatiable, as was Ben. Ben looks back now at all the time and places they hooked-up, all the times they almost got caught and did get caught. Jenni never stopped being the perfect. That is why I had never envisioned, at least not yet, total genderreversal. For these three months, being a boy learning to be a girl wasmy need. And my desire. I think Mother understood that. Maybe later Iwould need and feel that I should reject, in total, my masculinity. Forthe time being, being underneath it all, a boy, made being a girl allthat much more special. I am sure that my friendship with Diane wouldnot be as intense if I were only just a girl like her. We would befriends as girls.. .. Becky is really on my case. She’s expecting again, and it’s twins again ... at least. And to quote her, ‘I’m sick and tired of my belly getting to a door before I can even reach the doorknob!’ So she wants that power, too.”While he had been talking, I had been watching Kris. When we learned about Jenny, Kris made a motion as if wiping sweat from her face, then rapidly nodded her head, and silently asked me to let her speak to Becky Wilkerson. I nodded. That mental communication we share is. After which, I pressed her down flat, face down on the bed, her pelvic supported by the wet pillow below I pulled her legs together, straddling them with my own. I grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her ass cheeks, lifting her pussy up; I plunged in and resumed fucking her. I reached around and squeezed her tits, pinching her nipples between my fingers as I kissed, licked and nibbled her ear and neck. She arched her back, lifting her pussy up, pushing on the matrice with her hands.