I had been waiting for this a long time but wanted it to be worth it. So the first thing I did was groom myself. I wanted my nice ass to be baby smoot.... I didn't like the hair look and wanted who ever would fuck me to enjoy the smoothness of me. After that I started feeling pretty sexy. I remembered I had a pair of my exes panties that she left at my house and I put those on. It was a lacy black thong. Girls I had talked to always whined about wearing thongs saying things like "ugh you don't. The first was that Aunt Addie wasn't an Aunt in the family way, but one of Mom's college roommates that decided farming and privacy were more important than lots of other things in life. The other thing I learned was that we weren't the only visitors to Aunt Addie's Farm. There were two other Mother/Daughter teams there and the one thing we all had in common was that we were all boys who loved being girls and that our Moms were totally in favor of our feminization. Sarah and Lynn were from. She tries to get around me and I refuse to move. "No. Listen to me. Lori. You know that I didn't mean to offend you in any way," I tell her calmly and in as soothing a way as I can manage. Unfortunately, I still sound a little edgy to my own ears. Staring at each other for a few beats doesn't seem to help. "I don't care! I want to leave. How you spoke to me was uncalled for and you know how I feel about men yelling at me. After what Sarah's father put me through which you know all about, no. “They call me Chuck.” I said with an awkward stare. I felt anxious and uncomfortable. As a sheltered, naive, eleven-year-old boy, I had no idea how to interpret these feelings. In retrospect, I suppose I was turned on. “Chuck?” She said with a puzzled, almost disgusted look on her face. “Well, we'll just have to change that.” At that moment, I'm sure the look on my face said it all. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is. Come into my house, plop her shit in the living room, says she's.