But probably nota hefty guy with a goatee. People might believe that I could run amarathon, but a girl? A teenage girl? Nuthin doing.But hey I am w...at I am (and at least being as big as I am means thatpeople think twice before questioning that). And I went all out,wearing only "appropriate" gear ? every stitch of thread dictated byteen fashions. I like to detail my outfits, so if you worry your eyeswill glaze, skip down to the asterisks.I had on a pink thong that said 'BRAT' on the front. I knew what it was like to feel thingsas a man. But being a female and what did they feel like as a woman,mentally, physically and sexually, was a burning quest in my mind. Don'tget me wrong; I loved being a man and the feelings and desires that wentwith it. I had a healthy number of female partners and enjoyed that.But seeing women in the throes of passion left me feeling a bit empty andmore than a little curious. There was a time when I dressed the part andeven went to cross-dress spas to. She kissed me on the cheek, and said "If you need anything from me, just let me know." "Ok Mom, I will." She walked out of my room, and went into her room, and closed her door. I noticed that she left my door cracked open a bit. I was too tired to get up and close it, so I just turned off the light on the nightstand, stripped off my clothes, and lay back upon the bed. With my head on the pillow and my nude 6 foot 2 frame streched out on the bed, I thought I was ready for some Z's. Much to. No one was hurrying her off from some terrible situation, no brothers pushed against her to confuse her raging hormones. Or so she thought.Lauren's arm fell against a warm body and she pulled it back, pushed down the covers, revealing Logan, the boy completely naked, snoring softly. When had he come in? Lauren watched him a moment. The fourteen-year old had grown a lot in the past year. She was having a hard time thinking of him as a little boy. Even his penis had grown, though still small.Her.