Transferring my lips to the back of her hand I kissed her there, firmly as I shifted my body forward and up, my left hand gripping lightly at the back...of her neck began twisting slightly to turn her face towards mine. Her head turned, the back of my right hand came to rest against her breast, my hip came forward against hers and my lips left her hand, seeking and finding her lips as they searched for mine. Quite outside of my remembrance of the story I noticed two things during that soft, close. But it got me into a different high school."My mother and I went back to see the doctor who had diagnosed mycondition. He told us that since I was still a minor I would need mymother's permission to 'finish what nature started' - as he put it - inother words, to surgically change my male genitals into a vagina. Mymother agreed, but I didn't. i didn't want that operation (and I stilldon't). For whatever reason I was born with a penis, and I want to diewith it, too. Besides, I still get pleasure. Chapter 8I step within five feet of her and take up a fighting stance. Shesquares up and I bow. Jennifer throws a front kick, catching me in theabs."This isn't a Dojo, dumb ass, next time I'm not pulling the kick.I step back and square off again. This time I'm ready for her righthand. I slap it aside and return a kick to her gut."Next time don't overextend yourself, I'm not pulling the kick." I saymockingly.Jennifer glares at me, and I just shrug my "hey, you want this, not me,"shrug.She. Too much potentialhassle with the old man.Mitch sort of tilted her head a bit, and looked at me again, althoughthis time she wasn't smiling. She had a concerned, almost sad look onher face because she knew that I had to be so careful what I wore athome, how I acted, etc. And she could tell that there was possibly moreto 'me' than I was letting on. She could probably also tell that Iwasn't really that happy."Hey," she suddenly said, ending the silence and throwing me the key tothe shed. "You'd.