And this was how they awoke the next morning. Tommy felt her fingers exploring his chest and the softness of her breasts pressing against him through ...he thin cotton of her T-shirt."Good morning!" she said, as she nuzzled his neck, "Shall I take this shirt off?" No, leave it on." She pulled her face away from his neck so that she could see him."But ... last night ... I don't understand..." He could hear the hurt and confusion in her voice."Last night was brilliant: I've wanted to kiss you like. She started joining all sorts of women's support groups. She was rarely around anymore to spend any one-on-one time with Bill. Bill rarely spent any one on one time with her.At one of these group outings she met a very rich older gentleman. Before Bill knew it she was working for him, part time, hosting his parties and other gatherings. She was happier. But Bill felt her drawing slowly away from him. Oh it was gradual, but it was happening.One night she didn't come home after a Saturday night. I had already popped my BBW cherry first semester with a gal named Angie. So I knew I liked their figures and that I could have a lot of fun with them. Carrie was no exception! I remember we did a lot more kissing on my bed before we disrobed. She seemed shy and I was enjoying taking it slow anyway so there was nothing wrong with this. As the weather in Wisconsin was finally warming up, Carrie had worn a dress. She had one of those BBW figures you could imagine that looked particularly. "Wil je dan borsten en een vagina?"Vroeg mijn moeder. Ik knikte, schrik voor de reactie die ging volgen."Goed Andy, als het dat is wat je wil dan zal ik je steunen. Misschienis dat ook nog wel het veiligste." Mijn moeder stond op, voor haar wasde beslissing gevallen. "Andy, ik denk dat je een betere zus zal zijndan een broer." "Ik hoop het, maar hopelijk vind iedereen dat." Iedereen mag denken wat ze willen Andy, je bent wie je bent en daarmeebasta. Ik vertel iedereen dat je transsexueel bent.