It wasn’t just regret, it was shame.With all the girls I’d been with, with all the virgins among them, there had never been regret immediately aft...r the fact, and any regret that did come was based on a sequence of events, not just from having sex, and was understandable. For example, I regretted having sex with Kellie and, to some extent, Becky, though for very different reasons.Shame, on the other hand, was something completely new to me. It meant that she felt what we had done was morally. “Yeah Bill she is hot” one said,” Nice ass Bill” another said.” Awesome little titties” said another.” Super abs” someone said. (This is when I first learned I love to show off my body to other men).I was just getting to like this when one of the guys says “Hay Bill have her take bra off”. I had forgotten I was to undress. Bill say’s” you heard him dear” I looked at Bill and was going to protest. Then I felt a hand unsnap my bra. I instinctively close my arms to my chest to catch my bra and. She said that the doctors tests showed that my blood was sofull of new type of estrogen that my body would resist any testosteroneinjections. It was like my body was allergic to it now and I would getvery sick. The only thing to do was a full surgery and doctor and Sharonstarted arranging things and working to find a good doctor that could dothat sort of an operation. Sharon told me they usually wait untileighteen to do that but in my case, they got approval to do it as soonas possible. I. He had legs, as the saying goes, that could stop traffic. And when his gorgeous, pretty-boy-turned-slutty-girl, lingerie-clad bod was combined with a smattering of makeup and the long, blonde wig, Bill looked as sexy as young girls get. And if an observer didn't get intimately close, Bill could fairly well pass as a girl.And so it was in the afternoon that Bill went to lay on the living room couch in his modest, one-bedroom, walk-up apartment. He had closed the curtains--to protect his secret.