"I think he was a bit uncomfortable," she grinned."Yah ... I suppose he was." Don't worry, Brent, I didn't pick up any negative vibrations," she said ...ightly. "But I've seen that look before on my son's face," she said with an arched eyebrow."What look?" The one that says 'I bet I know what's going on here, but I'll just keep it to myself' look," she grinned again."Hmmm ... how do you women figure these things out, anyway?" You forget, I have a teenage son not much younger than Scott. I've seen. I wanted so badly to touch it, but I didn’t dare. I returned the covers over her body and started to get dressed. I considered myself a frequent masturbator, an action never discussed in our home. Frequently, I did it in bed while my sister slept beside me. Occasionally, however, I couldn’t wait until night. Many times I found myself in the shower holding the nozzle in my crotch. But since our family shared one bathroom, I didn’t have a satisfactory amount of time. Sometimes, I even pleasured. And they were his. With his legs now spread to an almost uncomfortable width, she reachedbetween his legs and opened a little flap between his legs and fished inand pulled out his penis, or really just the head. He looked down andsaw the tip of his small boy peeking out. It looked so small, andagainst the pink rubber it looked almost feminine. It couldn't be anybigger than his middle finger, and it was only an inch long."Oh that's perfect; the muscle relaxant cream I used was just perfect."Tuck. .. she has just changed." That's OK," I replied, "I understand what she's going through." How could you!" exploded the girl tears in her eyes."Eric!" her mother said exasperatedly.I smiled at the new girl and leaned close whispering, "I used to be a boy too." Really," she said eyeing me up and down, "Did you just change too?" I changed a few months ago. It gets easier with time. I'm still not sure about all this girly stuff, clothes, makeup, and so on. But it's getting easier," I replied."Do.