I was a girl.Breasts and hips, no manhood, merely a stripe of dark hairsurrounding a narrow groove. As I ran my hands over my body, I knewthat I was r...ght, and set aside the fears and guilt that had beentrying to take away everything I wanted.By the time school started my hair was well below my shoulders,hanging straight down, parted in the middle with modest bangs. Ilooked like many of the other girls. I had to change schools anyway,and ended up with Sarah and Greg in the new charter school.. “Remind me not to arm wrestle you.”Belita laughed again. Colin had the good grace to look apologetic. “Sorry ‘bout that. Hope you don’t mind the Kestrel having a Navigator and a Helmsman.”“That’s fine by me. A lot of ships have both. Usually they’re much bigger ships than the Kestrel, but it’s not like I’ve never seen it happen before. Besides, from the looks of things you’re a lot better suited to the wheel than I am.”“Thank you, sir.” Colin nodded.“S’ why I hired ‘im,” Belita interjected.. We had brought George up to be (what used to be called) a gentleman. That is, he was taught that it is never right to hit a girl/woman. He also knew that men were to open doors for them. They are to be protected as much as we can arrange it. Cussing was not allowed in our house. Essentially any adult born before 1950 would understand exactly what we were trying for. Along about this time it became clear that George had inherited my tendency to depression. He received excellent care from a. He had problems often hiding his arousal from his best friend. But there were times she noticed, such as when they were in the back yard pool together and his arousal against her body was blazingly obvious. Soon their wrestling around in the pool came to an quiet end one day when she said ‘No, we should not do this again, it just causes you problems.’ She looked down at the large bulge of his cock in his swim trunks to make her point, then swam away to the other side of the pool. It was never.