I'll heat up some chicken fingers. You missed the wedding, so I brought a couple of extra plates home. You would've loved it; the best man had a black...eye and everything!"At the mention of chicken fingers, Liv's stomach rumbled audibly. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten. "Yeah, I already knew about the black eye. I gave it to him!" Did he deserve it?" Yep." That's my girl. Now go shower." Okay, Grannie. You know how much I love those chicken fingers; I'll be right back." She. I wanted to listen. When I unburdened myself, I suddenly felt so open. I loved her for that. And when I looked at her, she was still so beautiful, but different, you know? More beautiful somehow, but more approachable. So I kissed her. That’s when she told me about her relationship with you. I realized she had to know if I would be okay with it. My response was to kiss her more. To make love to her. And your other women. But...”“You realized you’d just been making love to a fifteen year. This partcontains a lot of internal thoughts of the main character, including histhoughts on his desire to be a woman, including how he feels about it andspeculation on the cause of his desire. Please note that this charactersthoughts are not my own.I know that some people have strong beliefs about these sorts of things.I wouldn't ever criticise anyone's beliefs because I really don't know myown thoughts and I think each person has to stand by what seems trueaccording to our own experience. All. ). I’ll use no perfume; all my lovers must love my natural smell. The dress is a difficult choice. I would like to wear the silver-grey knit-fabric one that I slip on, skin-tight, like a stocking. I’ve never worn it going out, would not wear it going out with Gerd! And now I can’t. Much too sexy for a family outing. It barely allows the sheerest of panties underneath without spoiling its magic!I will have to wear a modest summer dress. I like it for immodest reasons. The almost see-through.