“Warm it up some more.”“Oh you’re funny,” I laughed and as I was rubbing my hands up and down his chest and stomach and all over his back an... butt.“It’s so cold,” Ben replied almost begging. “Please.”I cupped my hands back down on his genitals and gently rubbed his sac and then rolled his penis between my hands. I held one hand over his balls and held his penis in my other hand. I slowly stroked his penis.“Is it getting warmer?” I asked laughing.“Yeah.” He smiled under the towel over his. Even my handsand feet are smaller.My penis, my once proud penis, it looks tiny. I look down at it. Thereis a tuft of blonde hair above it. I'm smooth everywhere else, hairless,smooth and soft.My shoulders are still a bit square. Something about the angular shapeof them is still masculine. I look at my hands, and they still look toobig for a girl, too strong, though my nails are growing as fast as myhair. They are thick white talons and in need of a trim. They would looknice if properly. We kept on talking on the phone for a few days and finally I took up some courage and went to her restaurant and she and her dad were standing there, I got an instant hard on seeing her and thanked my luck for her talking to me, I came back without meeting her that day and in the night on the phone I spoke to her about how hot I thought she was. This lead to a conversation of sex as we had become very frank my now, I told her I really wanted to kiss her and take her in my arms hold her tight,. It would give us time to catch up with people we hadn’t seen in a while and those we saw regularly at church.The church picnic was always a big affair, with plenty of games, visiting, song, and good food--it WAS a potluck, after all. It was our first year with Charlie to bring along to it.When it was time to go, Finn and I gathered everything up and headed out to the car with Charlie. The church was too far to walk, since we were living in one of the church’s ‘Young Couples Housing,’ until.