Tho mam ne mera number lekr kaha jab mei phone karu tho mere ghar aa jana koi drame mat krna. Mei ok mam bol kr chala gaya.Uske agle din mam ka phone ...aya ki tum kal shyam ko 8 baje mere ghar aa jana aur unhone muje apna address de dia. Tho unke btaye hue address pe mei pahucha tho mam ne gate khola aur mam tho itni hot lag rhi thi jaise aaj unki suhagraat ho mera lund vahi khada ho gaya aur fir mam ne muje anadar bulaya aur fir mam kitchen mei coffee banane chali gai aur 5 min baad coffee. Call someone who’ll listen, or might give a damn.Maybe one of your sorted affairs.But don’t come ‘round here handin’ me none of your lies.Here’s a quarter, call someone who cares.Yes! Here’s a quarter, yes, a quarter, call some ... one ... who cares!”“Yes, Shania! You bring it, Girl!” Tina yelled out as Shania stylized that last line of the song.The folks from both teams in the bleachers gave Shania and the rest of us a loud round of applause and some noisy foot stooping on the wooden. I reached out and gave her B-cup breasts that stood out firmly from her chest a squeeze as her lips slid back over my prick. I never thought of my sister as beautiful but she was OK. She was 5’5” and weighed about 120 pounds. It had not been all that long since she got her tits. I really liked her big, dark brown nipples and I wanted to suck them. I had often seen the dark spots and bumps thru her tee shirts when she walked around the house without a bra on. They were the first pair of. That night seemed to last an eternity. I listened at the door as thepolicemen came and went, and then I tossed and turned for hours as Icontemplated my fate. There had to be another way out of mypredicament. Anything would be better than pretending to be a girl. Iwas a guy, I lived and breathed sports, and like most of my friends, Ilooked down on fags and fairies. I just wanted my old life back. Whydid I have to reach out for that stupid foul ball?***Long after I woke up the next morning, I.