I love wearing a dress, the comfortis so good, the opportunity for different styles is so much more thanoffered in menswear. My hands are so elegant w...th bright nail varnish andI love the way my smooth-shaven legs look in pantyhose and heels. I adoremy new hairstyle. All in all this is the way I want to live from now on.The problem is, how can I tell Mum and I dread her reaction. Still thiscan all wait until after the fashion show, so I can revel in being girlfor the next couple of weeks.As. I saw a red saree that was kept on the handle of my door. I guessed it belonged to my neighbor. I pressed the doorbell of her room. I was expecting some old ugly shapeless aunty but i was amazed on seeing her. Because it was morning, she was in her nighty, her hair was not properly arranged but in that look she was looking extremely sexy. She came out without slippers, took her saree. She inquired about me and then went away with a smile. Her name is Priya. She was in her early 20s,i guessed.. Frank shouted out his orgasm formally.He let his cock still in me for a while before he slipped by himself.A little of Franks sperm dripped out. "Martin, go back into the water, I think I've shot you a lot."I did it and washed my sperm from the hole. All the time my cock was stiff. I did not know you could be so horny. I could not think of anything else but the tail of Frank.Back out of the water Frank was sitting in the boat with a swimsuit. He gave us something to eat. I dried myself and lay. At that moment, I spoke out ofturn. I could never remember speaking in the presence of my mother orMiss Tiffany without their permission before that.I asserted that I wanted to be a man. My mother and sister broke intolaughter once more. I turned to my father and saw no help was comingfrom him. When my mother stopped laughing, she explained that being a sissy wasnot a choice. She said that some people are just born to be sissies. Iaccepted that explanation at the time. I was still a child, and.