I hated physical contact and would always find anexcuse to not dress for gym class. Again, I knew I was different. Ialways wished I were a girl. Girls...were just better, in my eyes. I wasobsessed by the way they dressed and looked. Girls walked and talkedbetter, they smelled better; they were just BETTER! I don't know why Ifelt this way, but I did (and still do). The feelings I had didn'tchange when puberty set in, they got worse. It was around the age of 12that I really knew I wanted to be a. And if that’s what you want, you don’t need to wait until December 25,” now about three weeks away. The mall Santa Claus whispers in Kyle’s ear that if he was serious, the mall closes at 11pm and he should be back here then and that he’ll need to make sure he’s in the mall about 10 minutes before.Needless to say, Kyle was so excited he went back home to masturbate some more, until later that night. He stopped at the neighborhood sex shop and picked up some cock rings he thought about trying. He thought about it for a second, trying to visualize what was on the other side of the wall, when it hit him, it was the women’s shower room!!! A little guiltily, he dropped to his knees and peered into the small opening to see if he could make anything out! If he held his eye just at the right angle, he could see the lower part of adjoining room, but because these walls were cement block, he had about nine inches of brick to look through, which really limited what you could see!!! Not wanting. I asked her, “Are you alright? Still high?”She replied, “I am alright. No, I am not high.”I teased her by showing three fingers of mine and asked her to count. She told me to shut up and laughed. I leaned forward and twisted my neck to her right and kissed on her thick lipstick stained lips. I could taste the masala and alcohol from her mouth. She responded to my kiss and we both were kissing passionately now. I caressed her body with my fingers and she did the same thing behind my back. After.