So, I was left on my own devices, took out the laptop and stated surfing my favorite sites. After chatting, watching porn, looking at cocks being suck...d by some fine women and men – I was getting very horny, and I’m in Vegas! I went onto craigslist to checkout the m2m section, which I always find interesting reading and looking at the photos, wondering who is real and who is scamming. I have yet to get the nerve to reply to any ads, this time I was tempted to answer a guy who just arrived and. "Sowhere you wanna start, Scooter?"He glared at me, but the corner of his mouth twitched with a barelyrepressed smile. "Just strip, will ya?" he said, and walked away to havea few quiet words with K. I got to work on my clothes. Bloody hell, butescaping from those feminine confines on my own was a chore in itself.Women have a hell of a lot more buckles and straps and hard-to-reachclasps and zippers and buttons to contend with. Fashion was starting tofeel like a minor form of bondage to me. At. 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 trying to pass. And if I try to pass I might get beat upby someone who believes he is a ?real? man. Or I might justbe lucky enough just to get a snide. When my dad finally got back, we ate the pizza. I still didn’t look at her. My dad kept making his stupid comments and Erica would respond to them stupidly as if my dad were talking to a clone of himself. It made me mad how she acted like nothing happened. When I was done eating, which was rather quickly since I didn’t feel like being around anyone, I quietly went up to my room and sat silently in the growing darkness. A few minutes later, I heard my dad and Erica walking up the stairs and.