Uncle ne ek ankhn aunty ko mari mujhe kuch samajh me nahi aya.phir aunty ne mere yaraf isara kiya.uncle ne mujhe paise diye aur bole jao aur samose kh...kar aao. Mujhe kuch sak huya,kyonki uncle thore kanjus the is liye unka paisa dena mujhe kuch ajib laga. Mai jaise hi waha se jane ke liye hata to maine dekha ki aunty room ke darwaje ko band karke uncle ke paass jake bath gayi. Ab mai jake khidki ke pass khada ho gaya jaha se mai sab kuchh dekh sakata tha. Maine dekha ki aunty uncle ke kamar ke. Over the next few months it seemed I was answering a lot more questions about girl’s bodies and giving my opinion on how certain clothes looked on her as she started becoming a little more risqué with her wardrobe. It was hard to admit it to myself but I was starting to stay turned on by her and her becoming of age and found myself encouraging her to feel good about her body. As she got more comfortable wearing smaller clothes she seemed to worrying less about closing her door while changing. “How long have you known you were ... different?” he asked.“As far back as I remember. I never was interested in sports or playing soldiers or cops-and-robbers. I wanted to play with dolls. My parents are great -- I have the best parents in the world. They let me wear dresses and grow my hair long. When I approached puberty we had a long talk. I remember how they sincerely listened to what I had to say. I knew at age eleven it was a choice between living as a female or dying. I told them if I. .. My hands move in sleep, gently unknowingly caressing her, seeking her, she murmurs as she turns towards me, her leg enfolding me, drawing me close. Our breathing, deep and soft in sleep, becomes as one in perfect rhythm. Through the fog and the mist of the dream, she came closer, her breasts full, her hands tracing the outlines of her body. Our mouths met in the mist, tongues exploring, softly, deeply, lips touching, bodies caressing. Two souls exploring, mingling, becoming one. Her hands.