My first recognition that I am not a girl is when I start school. There is no way she can disguise my male tool. The first time I go to the bathroom w...th other girls would have been my undoing. My mom finally dresses me as a boy. My problem is I didn't know how to act as a boy. All my movements and actions were totally feminine. Boys avoid me and the girls think I am really different. My school life brings me nothing but heartache, as I am teased constantly.My name is Alex Bradley. For years my. "Look Mel I really don't want to go, I know you say there's nothing wrongwith me, but I'm not that well endowed, it will be really embarrassing", Ibegged in a desperate attempt to get Mel to change her mind, knowing I wasonly 4 inches when hard, and 1? inch when soft."Nonsense you're just average, I'm sure there will be lots of other mensmaller than you", replied Mel in a determined tone of voice.Arriving at the beach my worst fears were confirmed, just about every guythere was bigger than me,. .. I make coffee... would you try some of mine?" Sure."Like I would say no to that! I said aloud, "Should I follow you in my car?" Ok."We pulled up in front of a sprawling condominium complex. I parked in a spot marked visitor. She parked in a numbered spot. We walked together to where she lived. She had picked up her baby on the way."You like it here?" I guess. People stick to themselves. Private. Secure." Must have been exciting having the baby... is he entirely on formula?" After all, I had. My daughter was attending the local university and would occasionally come around with one of her friends and that would be my chance to make a nice meal, open a bottle of wine and relax with them in front of the TV. One of her friends was a big, but not fat girl, who had the most enormous boobs which she hid beneath chunky sweaters. It was during one of these evenings that this friend began to slowly slump down in her armchair and proceed to rock her body from side to side as she picked up her.