” He looked at me. “Are you sure this is a good time?”“What’s this about?” Clarissa asked. “Why are you here?”“It’s about your inh...ritance,” Christine said. “Why else would they be here today? It is your birthday. You are eighteen now.”“But ... But...”“Which is why this might not be a good time,” Will said, again looking at me. I got the message.“I should go. I’ll call you later.”“NO!” Clarissa blushed then continued more quietly. “I don’t want any secrets from you, Paul. You’ve told me. My body defied its years, I had pubic hair and budding breasts by my double digit birthday, penetrative sex one year before that, and had tasted a man, in my mouth, as my mother blew his friend under the pavilion, one summer in England.The guy I was with just could not help himself, as he listened to them going at it, under the boards where we sat, he took himself out and turned to me and started to 'Jack-off', and as I sat rigidly still, staring at it, saying nothing, he took the few steps. I commented to myself, I had nice legs. I am not hairy man so my legs looking more female than male. On went the panties, then the bra. Wow the Bra was tight. I bought a large the strap and bra pressed into my skin restricting my ability to take a deep breath. I put on my pants, shirt and shoes. I drove to the hotel thinking that everyone was watching me and knew I was dressed in woman under. I prayed not to have an accident or topped by the police. You could not tell I was wearing panty hose,. It is all original and only had 34, 000 miles on it. I bought it from a woman in Kerrville whose husband had bought it new. She kept it up and only drove it during the Texas winter, as she spent the rest of the year in Minneapolis, MN, where her family lived. She and her husband wintered in Kerrville for the last thirty years, but ten years ago her husband died up in Minneapolis, and she just didn't want to come down anymore. I saw the ad in the Austin paper, bought it, and lovingly restored it.