”“You aren’t being pushy when you let a girl know you like kissing her. For goodness sake Mike, I know you get boners. I’m almost thirteen now... and I like kissing you enough to ignore any possible embarrassment you being a male mammal might cause me. After all, you don’t want me to get confused and think you don’t like me or maybe you don’t like girls at all any more, do you Mike?” Tanner said.“You don’t need to say homophobic stuff like that to get me to kiss you. We agreed from the first that. I think they’ll be OK. My parents are both quite broad minded considering.’ ‘Considering?’ ‘Well, considering my dad was solicitor’s clerk and mum was a teacher.’ ‘I thought your mum might have been a nurse, you know.’ ‘No, she wanted me to teach but I always wanted to be a nurse,’ she laughed, ‘I think that’s how Lena and I became such good friends when we were little. She was always happy to be a ‘patient’. I used to bandage her up all sorts or ways, remember Lena?’ ‘Yes,’ I said laughing, ‘I. She would always talk to me and sit very near to me. I respected her as my aunt but she would wear sarees very carelessly you could see her cleavage very clearly. I gradually felt attracted. During night times she would wear nighties and tie them at her waist that would show her legs but they were covered with hair but were sexy none the less. I used to fantasize her always. She used to sleep in the afternoon but was a very light sleeper. The slightest sound would wake her up. While sleeping. He just didn't know how or why. He could feel hair growing from his head and his scalp itched so that he thought it would drive him crazy. During this, he forgot all about the downward moving tickling sensation. Finally, he felt hair on his shoulders through his shirt as a mass with a little weight. As it stopped growing so did the itching. That was when he was able to focus on the tickling that was now heading down his legs. He mentally felt his hips and they now felt much wider than before..