He remembered how when he was ten, he'd lookedjust like her when he dressed up in her clothes and how wonderful itfelt. As he got older, girl's clothe... neither fit nor looked right. Ashis body grew and broadened both ways, he'd looked and felt worse andworse when he dressed. He couldn't help himself though. He wanted to be agirl and be free to be himself. Suppressing that initial impulse, he wentdownstairs to look at the Christmas tree and presents instead.He went into the game room where they. I attacked him with all my fury, beating his chest with all mystrength. Obviously this had no consequences, but he held my arms,more to avoid that I got hurt than anything else, he shook me and than(to my surprise) held me against his chest, he was hugging me! Iresumed crying and then I felt a deep pain in my guts and somethingwarm running along my legs. In horror and hysterical I orderedeverybody to get out from that room. They obeyed without secondthoughts, both Elisabeth and the mighty. "Nice cock, how would you like to take it back to my place?"I stood up straight and instinctively covered my throbbing cock with myjacket. There at the entrance to my booth was a kind of average lookingguy: thirty-something about five nine, medium weight with sandy brownhair. Not the threatening type at all, not the cop type either. He tooka step toward me, reached out and ran a soft hand over my drippingmeat."I have an apartment about five minutes from here, what do you say?"Ah what the hell,. “The more you do it, the easier it gets. Some of it’s making it reflexive – getting conscious thought out of it. When you walk, you don’t break each movement down – pick up the right foot, move it forward, lower it ... You’ll do that with flying, with a bit of practice.” He smiled. “Of course, it’s not mandatory. If you don’t want the challenge...”I smiled back. “I sorta have to. I see the smile on Haley’s face...”“Yeah, Haley Simon. Keeps threatening to show up for a lesson in that.