I found a couple of books thattalked about them. I spend the entire afternoon reading. I read abouttheir struggle with themselves and how many of them...live a hidden lifeand a few of them come out in the open about them being a transgender. Icame to know that not all transgender are tranny. I felt a slightexcitement when reading about their sexual habits. I was surprised thatthe details were available in a book in a public library.I kept seeing them in my neighbourhood and one day slowly. The later two, pregnant. Wonder whose taking care of whom?And Amaru has company. Randy. Smart boy. Found his way to town and into Amaru’s twat. They’re fucking with the nuns as a growing audience. Grown by two more spectators, Gidget and me. Randy and Amaru are smiling and laughing, thinks this is great fun, putting on a show. Randy seems to think so, anyway. Amaru’s grin is of a different sort, if I’m not being self delusional and arrogant. Interpreted my way, her grin is more of, I don’t know. .. is it true then? Are you... are you actually a man?" Mattinquired. It was such an awkward question to ask to such a jaw-droppinglybeautiful girl."Who are you calling a man?" Layla bent her head at an angle and puckeredher lips."Uh..." Matt blushed.Layla giggled melodically and answered, "Of course it's true. My nameused to be Jonathan but now it's Layla. I know it's hard to believe butyou'll just have to trust me." Right... but if you didn't kill anyone, how did you end up in jail?"Matt. With almost no hesitation, I accepted his offer! The 1-1/2 hour drive flew by. I wasn't certain, but thought that Vince was seducing me. And while I had really wanted to find a way to dress over the next couple of days, my desire to explore sex with men was strong enough to see where this might lead. Vince practically talked my ear off on the drive, but he had a way of captivating an audience, I guess. We arrived at his beautiful, 4 bedroom, 4 bath seculed home at right around 3:30.