But I did want to find a 'nice' girl and do 'nice' things with her. In Amber I knew that I had found a nice girl - and possibly a naughty girl, which ...as even better, one who I fancied and who I was sure fancied me. The only thing holding me back was her age. It was definitely weird for a 26-year-old man to date a schoolgirl but I'd said that age was no limit when I'd dated Lisa and it seemed wrong to use it as an excuse to deny a relationship with Amber.But how to do it? I imagined asking. All three lads had tended to be the louder braggarts in our group, and already boasting of the glories and riches they would earn."Congratulations!" He gushed. "You pitiful idiots are off to the regular army. No scouting life for you! May you find whatever glory or shallow grave awaits you. Good riddance!" With that, our three bold volunteers were hustled off elsewhere and none of us ever saw them again."You remaining men are either gutless cowards or else you might possibly have a functioning. I counted myself as bisexual and had slept with boys and girls, both had their plus and minuses, but I seemed drawn to transsexual girls more. It may have been the fact that they were the best of both worlds for me. A beautiful feminine body with feminine charms and a nice cock that I could play with too.It was just before my twenty-sixth birthday that I met her, the woman I had dreamed about all my adult years. A few of my friends know about my preference and suggested I go to a pride event.. I decided to go ahead and get in the shower. The warm water felt so goodhitting this new body of mine. My skin is so soft; I grabbed some scentedbath soap and started lathering up my body. My hand touched my nipples andI felt a jolt of pleasure. It felt so good I started rubbing them more andmore. I could feel myself getting wet, so with one hand on my breast andthe other between my legs."Oh my God, I'm touching myself!" I though "but it feels so good."I keep rubbing my new pussy until I heard.