There was a freshman psychology class that everyone had to take, and oneof the things covered was gender identity disorder. Basically it waspeople who...experience significant gender confusion or who were unhappywith the sex they were born with. And, this got me thinking.I spent time in the university library and on-line researching genderidentity disorder. And, the more I read, the more I realized I was a girlin a boy's body. One of the things that was mentioned in almost everyarticle I read,. .tight jeans, or maybe bike shorts or capri pants, or something stretchy like spandex. And for God's sake, if he's hung, he certainly shouldn't wear something that's baggy in the front. Every girl can appreciate a nice looking package. Boys who are too shy to flaunt their equipment a little bit deserve to sit at home waiting for the phone that never rings. Beyond those basics, a little color is nice. Peacocks get their mates by being the most colorful, you know.Oprah: What about body. It was almost as gratifying as having her lips wrapped around his cock. He stopped but only because he knew there wasn't time for more. "Isn't that right, Alice? All that cream is because of me." She didn't say anything and he gave her a stern look. "If you want your tip, you'll answer me." She looked at him, those rows of lashes framing her brown eyes. "It's because of you." "What is?" She hesitated a moment. Then, said, "How wet I am." "That's a good girl." She gave him a quick look that. I smiled as I got in the car and started it. The rumble of the engine was music to my ears. I pulled out of the airport and went to a hotel nearby and signed in, getting a room with a king sized bed. I slept for the night and when I woke up I asked the front desk how to get to the local beach. They told me how and I got in the Mustang and made my way there after changing into a bikini. As soon as I got to the beach, the aroma of salt and the ocean permeated the air. I made my way to the water.