”“May I give you one piece of advice?” I asked.“You will whether or not I want to hear it,” she sighed.I wanted to scream at her, but that w...uldn’t do any good. And as I’d said to Kara, I was the carrot and the doctors were the stick.“No, actually, I won’t. If you aren’t interested in hearing it, I’ll keep it to myself. I’m not here to argue with you or fight with you or anything like that. I just want to help. If you don’t want my help, I can’t force you to take it.”“But you’ll just run to. “Jo kissed me again…”Well, what do you mean” I asked after another long sweet kiss. She looked me deep in the eyes: “I should have mentioned, but I am also John….” I didn’t understand: “Oh, Jo is short for John, is it?” Again her sweet smile: “Well no, John is John and I am John and Jo”…. Suddenly I understood and was caught completely surprised, but not for long: “Ah….I see” and quickly followed with a grin: “Well some John or Jo you are….you are beautiful, whatever....”…and I moved towards. Starting this year, I’ve acquired more clothes and become more open about who I am. Lots of people have seen me (family/friends) it has made me more confident. Nothing like how I was when I was 13. When they ask me why I have slutty stripper outfits in my closet, I tell them they are mines. They ask why I do it or if I’m gay. I simply reply I’ve had my time being a male and enjoyed it but I know that I feel better about myself when I’m a girl. I have a more vibrant and energetic attitude about. Her brother is up in the condo with her panties pulled over his face stroking his cock while she is laying out. He is letting her beaver butter melt over and coat his tongue as he enjoys the aroma of her sex. His cock is throbbing as he remembers taking naps with her when he was twelve and she was ten. He would gently reach out and touch her soft nylon panties pressing his fingers against her soft butt. Eventually he would lean over on her pressing his erection against the softness. Next he.