"Mom!" I protested surprised at mom's candor.All of a sudden and out of the blue mom asked "So tell me . . . who is it you think of when you have a w...nk then?" Gobsmacked I stumbled, fumbling for an answer. "Err! . . . err! . . . mom! . . . that's private!" Cringing at mom's question I continued to ask, "Why do you want to know?" "Just interested that's all, there must be someone you think of to bring yourself off, all boys have a top fantasy don't they?" Jesus Christ I thought, she knows a. I know I’ve spotted younger girls out and admired and once or twice fantasised about those tight little bodies.Once she had gone, I went out to the garden and with the sun already beating down I switched on a Best of British playlist on Spotify and got to work. Within 2 hours most of the hard graft had been done, grass had been cut, weeds pulled, and the new Gazebo built to check the size and placement etc. I decided a beer was needed so cracked one open and sat and relaxed listening to the. I began to get more and more depressed. In only three weeks my beloved Bobby would be graduating, and leaving our little town for the Army he had already joined. I was still a boy, and no closer to being the girl I longed to be in order to make my fantasy with Bobby come true. How I yearned for him! How I wanted to feel him, taste him, make love to him! Three more weeks and he would be gone from my life forever, no one ever came back to Crowvalley once they got away. Not knowing what else to do. So put your hands inside your pants and rub it. The story begins now.I was born like any other boy, but as soon as I entered my adolescence, I understood the other side of me. I was a cute boy back then, and whenever I started masturbating, I imagined myself as a girl fucked my strong men. My body stats only helped this feelings.After joining the college in a faraway metro, I unrevealed my girly side to a man I met in a dating site. After a couple of months, we met and talked more and decided.