Karen was coming over. Thankfully he wasn'tstill in the bra. "Your sister is coming over..." Oh don't worry. She won't be able to tell what you've got...on under yourpants." Ok," Tom muttered resignedly. She was right. The panties probablywouldn't show. "Of course it might help if you were wearing pants when she arrived,"Jen teased.With that, Tom went upstairs to get dressed. It would have been easy totake the panties off, but he didn't. He wasn't sure why but he kept themon. He quickly pulled on. I called my driver and asked him to go back home and in the meantime her Audi came to the porch. I knew she owned one but seeing her get into that was yet another sight I couldn’t forget. We got in the car and drove to my hotel. All throughout the drive, we were holding hands and neither of us wanted to let go. We reached the hotel shortly and straight away went to the lounge at the sea face. We ordered for our drinks and were talking with our hands still into each other and we were cuddling. I'm never goingto wear guy clothes again. Can I go on hormones so I don't turn into aboy any more than I have? I don't wanna be a guy mom, I wanna startgrowing breasts and get a sex change operation when I turn 18" All in good time honey, we probably have to go see a therapist to getyou hormones, but I will support you 100 percent" she said.TWO YEARS LATERI sat in my apartment, worrying about my surgery in two months. I wasnineteen now, and I was all woman except for my little secret betweenmy. I pulled his shoulders closer in response, and his breathing quickened. He looked down at where we were about to become one. It looked intimidating, but I had to swallow any doubt. I wanted this. Not even my rational side was going to talk me out of it.“I should be wearing a condom,” he said suddenly.For some reason, a spike of panic lanced through my heart. “You keep making excuses,” I whispered, and his eyes widened. “Do you… not want to?”“That’s totally not what I’m saying. Come on, you know.