I was not athletic and Ididn't want to be. I hated physical contact and would always find anexcuse to not dress for gym class. Again, I knew I was dif...erent. Ialways wished I were a girl. Girls were just better, in my eyes. I wasobsessed by the way they dressed and looked. Girls walked and talkedbetter, they smelled better; they were just BETTER! I don't know why Ifelt this way, but I did (and still do). The feelings I had didn'tchange when puberty set in, they got worse. It was around the age. I guess I started to realise things weren't quite as I though they wereone ordinary night at home. Once a month my father used to take mymother to the local Legion. There would be a dinner and dance and theywould save all month for that one night. My mother would start gettingready after she had sorted out tea for my sister and myself. Aftersetting down our tea on the table she would lock herself in the bathroomand begin beautifying for the night ahead. After my tea I would go up the stairs. We shook hands and I asked her how much the house was selling for.“Four hundred fifty,” she replied. “That’s what Ted wants for it, but he’ll be lucky if he gets three.”I was shocked at the selling price for the house. I knew it was a six bedroom and overlooked a golf course and all, but $450,000 seemed a bit much to me.Amy agreed.“I’m just the show girl,” Amy replied.“Show girl?”I was not used to the real estate lingo. I soon learned that Amy was simply a showing agent for the realtor. She. I wrapped my hands in her dark hair, and threw back my head, panting out my release. She enfolded my pale buttocks in her bronze hands, drawing me closer, and deeper into her throat, as I poured myself into her.Once I drained the last of my spending into her pretty face, I looked from my wife to our daughter, transfixed as she was by the demonstration we had just provided. Kathy ostentatiously licked her lips, swallowed, once again, and disengaged from my joint. “See, sweety? That’s how you.