'Are you still wearing the panties?'A long pause - 'are you?''No' I responded while turning a dark shade of red.She smiled and went back to work.'Alan... if you are going to help me in the kitchen with this cake foryour father, you need to put this apron on so you don't end up withflour all over your clothes.''Ok, honey.''Honey,' why is she calling me honey?With that she pulled out a very feminine apron with large bows andruffles and put it over my head.She then spun me around and tied a large. She said, "I almost chickened out just before I rang your bell." I'm glad you didn't." So am I," she said, "but it was a near thing. I was scared to death."Greg grinned at her. "So was I when I saw you standing there," he said."You sure didn't seem like it." I'm older than you. I've had more experience in hiding my feelings." He leaned across the table and kissed her gently. "But now I know that I'll never be able to hide them from you. And I don't even want to try." Greg sipped his coffee and. We went to the doctors a lot but my Mom and the Doctors always talked privately without me. When I hit my teenage years, I went to the doctors my myself. I mean, I knew there was something wrong with me but I didn't know what. I told the doctors everything which occurred in my life. Eventually I was told that I had a rare psychological gender disorder called Transsexualism. I had to undergo treatment, medications and surgery to have my gender change if I wished to do so. I said yes. Eventually,. The bus was crowded this morning and she was standing almost to the rear hanging onto a pole that she felt comfort in touching but was only a blur in her sight and she was pressed in on all sides by the humanity around her. It was an overwhelming crush of bodies both male and female and she really didn’t mind it because she hadn’t had any carnal relations ever since her beloved mentor Professor Antonio had passed away and willed her his brownstone in the city with the wonderful shooting range.