G: We’ll see. Got a cell phone? C: yeah, need the number G: Nope, snap a picture of you naked in the...mirror and load it on here for me C: Perv G: LOL… maybe, but I want to know I’m talking to you, not some little girl looking for excitement on line, or worse, a cop C: OK, hang on I waited while Carol did what she needed to do to accommodate my request and about three minutes goes. He had been keepin' it down to eight or ten over.Not only was Earl now thinking about his thirst, but Earl realized he was going to have to pee at some point. The good news was Earl didn't have that much farther to drive and he hadn't seen one cop.But one cop would, most likely, be one cop too many. Earl's automatic pistol was in the trunk with the rest of his muddy clothes and his bloody rain jacket.Before Earl had pulled out of that little meadow way back in the Wilderness, he had decided he. The truth was I loved being both sexes and neither sex. I didn't want to fit into any one category and loved the idea of being just me.I was totally turned on by the shemale porn I found on line. I knew I was attracted to both men and women and the whole concept kept growing more and more appealing. I finally sat my Aunts down and told them I had decided to live my life as a shemale and I wanted to get breast implants.Even with their incredibly liberal and accepting attitudes, this took a while. She mumbled something.“What was that, Joanne?”“Nothing.”“You said something, Joanne.”“I said; ‘You a naughty boy’!”I stared at her; we’d never spoken of our past. It was an unspoken pact, and she’d just broken it.She stood in the center of the room, looking at me defiantly, angrily, hands on hips.“Naughty boy!” she repeated, “You bring me here only to work! Take care of your baby with Julia, ok. She’s good, pretty too. But what about me, David? What about me?”I know I’m not a good person; I’m a.