The more I washed the better it felt until one day it felt fantastic. I found that I could also do it in bed any time I wanted. I also started to noti...e that girls were more than just soft boys. Right about that time is when I started to also notice my sister Tracy. Either she changed or my outlook changed but she was looking better and better each time I saw her. At 14 her body was causing stirrings in my groin. When I'd see her dash from the shower to her room wrapped in a too small towel I. I am asenior ( let's say mid 60:s), and as far back as I can recall I have beenfascinated about dressing as a girl.When I was about 10 or 11 I started to think what it would be like if Icould be a boy one day, and dress as a girl the next, and by the age of18 would have to make a decision which gender I thought best fit me. Mysisters did dress me up in my mother's closthes and put makepup on me soI could model for my parents. Everyone was thought it was cute,and hada good laugh.What they. He still couldn’t reach it, so he gazed at it a little harder, and it slid right up to his high chair tray. He helped himself to a bite, triumphant. At first he had no idea that this ability was unusual, it was just one of several he was developing at that age, like running and talking. He quickly discovered, however, that other people saw it differently. One afternoon, he moved a sippy cup of juice to within his reach. His mom had been writing a check and was facing away, so she didn’t see it,. As soon as I saw the drawn gun, I reacted. I pulled my gun an' fired a shot, not at the bandit's chest, but at his gun. My idea was ta git in the first bullet an' knock that pistol off line afore it could be fired. I willed my bullet ta hit the cylinder, hopin' that that my bullet would jam the gun so that it couldn't shoot. My second bullet was put into the road agent's chest over his heart.I ain't sure exactly how it happened, but the gun exploded when it was hit by my first bullet. He was.