Feeling and looking like a woman, I found iteasy, fun, and natural to act feminine. Later, I discovered, when dressed asa man, these same actions were...awkward.I spent the entire weekend as Carla, even sleeping in a nightgown. I worevarious styles and lengths of skirts constantly to get accustomed tomovements in them. I was amazed at how light and lovely women's garments are,such a feeling of airiness. I especially enjoyed the freedom of my legs in askirt. By Sunday night, I had really gotten. He was explaining to me like, “I don’t know anything about it.” I just kept listening to him, asking some curious questions to know how he responded. With time, I also asked if he had a gf? He slowly said yes and started telling me about her.To my curiosity, I asked if he had tried doing some kind of activity with her? To which he replied no and he just wanted to touch her boobs.I asked my brother, “Wanna check your di’s boob?”He was a little shocked and said no.The next afternoon, he again. Barry began hissentence before turning to see who had just spoken. I guess this to bethe case because just after his sentence was cut off there was a boutof laughter from the two burly men at the pathetic site of myfeminized father before him. Once the laughter had subsided I heardBarry correct himself, "No thank you 'miss'," I heard him say,emphasizing the last word with a chuckle. Another bout of laughtersoon followed, I suspect brought on by a curtsy from my father as heleft them to their. ”“You’re sure?” Sure of what? You couldn’t mistakenly think you were taking pills every morning. She went over to her dresser and drew them out. Even from where Andy was standing, the one-month dispenser was unmistakable.“Oh, darling!” he said.“You weren’t the only one worried after the rainstorm.”She passed the bed on her way to him. She’d been so careful making it, but she stripped it to the bottom sheet with a grab and one fierce pull.“Bed,” he said.“Bed ... and walls.” That’s what they’d.