I looked down at the pool of drying come all around my abdomen and snorted. Not like cupping her pussy was going to do any good now since it had all d...ained out onto me.With a groan I got out of bed and shuffled after her. I walked into the bathroom, which was already filling with steam. As I leaned over the toilet to try to coax my body to urinate, I marveled about how natural the act felt. I mean, I'd peed a hundred times over the years while my mom was in the shower. It was no different than. Of course she could lick thebowl.There are other issues as well. It is the fact that evenwith HRT and SRS it is only the best that modern medicinecan do. Even then I am still not genetically female. Thereis no way I will ever give birth. The view in the mirror isstill too masculine. I don?t know if I could ever get ridor my beard or the rug that covers my body. I am too tall.My voice is too deep. The hair where I need it is missing.I need to put makeup and look pretty, not like someone whois. Not that it would matter, mused the boy, as he knew by looking at the clock, his mother's alarm would soon buzz her out of her dreams and into his own.When her son bounded into her bedroom, the pretty, young mother couldn't help but smile; she didn't have a clue as to what was soon to be her fate. She wished her husband could be home for this joyous day, but someone needed to pay for the gifts that lay wrapped beneath that tree. So Leta pulled back her covers and stepped forth to begin the next. And she to responding good to me after some time she pushed me and slapped me and went to other room I got so scared that if she tell this all matter to my mom means I will died after some time I messaged her like I am sorry aunty she to message back like once come to my room. So slowly I went her room and saw her that she is ok or still a angry. But to my good ness she is ok then she told this all common in your age don’t do that with me find a girl and do that all with her.Then I told that I.