What you're tell me is that you've had a gender change completewith SRS, is that correct?"I nodded my head. His voice was calm and level. His face w...sexpressionless. I couldn't tell a thing. I felt tremendously tensedand worried that this would put him off...way off. He reached into hisjacket's inside pocket and retrieved my handkerchief from last evening. I didn't realize that it was missing. He wiped the tears carefully frommy eyes and handed me the cloth."Well praise the Lord! I. But it’s ok. I’m not angry. I understand it can be difficult without a partner.”Mom, “I feel so ashamed. I don’t know what to say”Me, “Hey, it’s ok. Come here, mom.”I picked mom up and hugged her. I put my hands around her waist and felt the sweat running down her back. Feeling her hot and sweaty fair skin had me turned on. My cock was about to explode from all the blood rushing into it. I could feel my cock aroused and touching my mom’s body.I hugged mom until she started to cry. I then pulled. Sometimes I'm at work, wearing a skirt, serving customers and I know I've been seen, but the way people react differs from dream to dream, sometimes I'm trying to hide, sometimes it seems I have no option but to carry on. Always in the morning when I remember the dreams, good or bad, I like them. Right now my uncle has rested his hand on my ass. I can feel it roll with each step, and it feels just as I had written about in my diary, humiliating, yet thrilling! Even so, I'm still nervous, and I. Now I’ll admit, I thought about whipping it out right then and there and pumping out a load. I probably could have done it in thirty-seconds or less (I was fourteen, remember). I went and sat on a bench nearest to the coach’s office. The longer I sat there and smelled the smell of sweaty adolescent boys, the hotter I became. The thought of having to walk home (it wasn’t that far, two and a half miles) with a hard-on wasn’t all that pleasing. I was thinking about going into the bathroom,.