I.. You never see “Sister Boy”?” He asked in a fair English accent. “Sorry...Er No!” I answered truthfully. “Have tits from hormone inject...on, but stil have cock!” he explained. As I took in his beautiful made up face and well filled bust on his dress I was fascinated by such a creature. “Would you rike to be my boyfriend?” he asked. “Can I see your tits then?” I asked as we were on our own. He easily lowered the bosom of his dress to reveal small yet perfectly formed breasts with puffy. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was just after 6:00, plenty of time to take a shower and be ready for him. I slipped out of bed, being careful not to disturb Brad and Kevin.When the front door bell rang at 6:30 I was ready to welcome David; I had showered and brushed my hair, but I had not put any clothes on.“Hello David. Thank you for coming. Please come in.”“Hello Mrs Br … Sally. I'm not sure why you wanted to see me?”“Well. I'm hoping that you and I can help each other. I'm guessing. I guess that’s one thing about high school; no matter how individual you are, you all share twelve years of common experiences. Suddenly, you’ve all gone to college or to jobs and your paths diverge. I was a little envious of them because they all talked like they loved what they were doing.Dad and I played racquetball at the YMCA a couple times. That had always been something we did as father and son. I really enjoyed it and Dad told me he thought I was really improving. I guess I did mention. One of them went OWWWEEE as shestood right in front of them. Even drunk I was a bitnervous and unsure of what I was going to say. Shefidgeted uneasily and moved closer to my side. She knewthey were checking out her cleavage and she tried toclose the front of her dress, I held her hand andpulled it away. One of the guys moved closer to her and I could smellthe sweat and alcohol. That is one fine woman you gotthere as he checked her out he kept and eye on me. Ilaughed and said, “Yes she is..