"Yes, it seems you two had an adventure of sorts," he replied."Do you know any fifty-year-old ladies who prefer other ladies?" I asked."As a matter of...fact, I do. There are a couple of apartment managers I'm aware that 'play for the other team.' Are you thinking of setting up your AP Math teacher?"Stacy cringed saying, "I told Daddy about what you said. Don't be mad please?" How could I be mad at the prettiest girl I've ever met, not counting my mother?" Why aren't you counting your mother. The air was warm and thick and a trickle of sweat danced down my neck, lingering for a moment before slipping between my breasts. I sighed, longing to be home. My plans for Friday night were simple: wine, pizza, bath, vibrator, sleep. After the week I'd had, I deserved a relaxing evening. I looked out of the window, noticing my reflection as the countryside passed by in a blur. I looked tired. My curly black hair was scraped back into a bun and I hadn't had the energy to put on any makeup. I'd. Since Ihad been living as Leah for almost four years, this was actuallysomething we all agreed was logical progression and something I lookedforward to. I wanted my own breasts.It was a big step for me, but I had grown too accustomed to being Leahthat I didn't want to go back. Dr. Sara helped be understand that I hadnever really fit in as a guy. All my friends were women and lookingback, I see know that I was jealous of them and the way they were allowedto live and express themselves. She. Compiled by NoCalMl "Dr. Spank” One part of the letter that particularly aroused my attention was the following paragraph:"Since this was our neighborhood, there were often other childrenpresent. These were kids that I saw every day, walked to school with,and often was in the same class with. The humiliation of my aunt'streatment lasted much longer than the actual punishment, since I hadto survive the constant smirking looks of kids in the neighborhood andfellow students."I could just picture.