As a 16 year old pubescent boy, full of hormones and what not. A vampire-white, black haired, video-game designing, emotional teenage boy. I still rem...mber the night it all started. Back then, I was free. I had wonderful parents, a younger 7 year old sister, and even a twin that looks nothing like me. I had my own room, my own computer, my own studio. I would sit and program all night long, then go to school at 6:30 in the morning running on 2-4 cans of monster. I'd laugh at the teacher's. ” He declares. “How do you feel?”“Better than I ever have. Free, at ease, liberated, sexy, and feminine.” I tell him as he helps me up. Slowly he spins me three-sixty, inspecting me and the garment.He leads me back onto the airbed, this time, holding the sleeping bag open so I can slide in. He fol-lows me in and zips the bag up. We lie on our sides facing each other chatting and smoking for an-other couple of hours, we talk about what surgery and treatments I could have to help me become almost. The last time I went to the drive-in, it was another hot day into the night with no breeze to cool things off. So, I found a flowered spaghetti string top, that had flowers in all the right places. When my nipples would get hard, it would look like the centers of the flowers were in 3-d. I also found a cute pair of shorts, not too tight, but just right.Some friends of mine met me there, They had brought the small bbq pit and had some brats grilling. I brought the frisbee and the football. We had worked out a routine—I kinda acted as 'pimp' for him, just making sure he didn't sell himself short, or get roughed up. Like me, he preferred the construction dudes—said the bikers and truckers were a bit 'scary'. Corse I turned a few tricks myself, just to keep the money current and not deplete what I started out with. Jason let me borrow his pick-up, and Caleb and me sneak over to the house one day to retrieve some weights so I could start Caleb on a light routine.I paid up for two.