So for the next six months, I was sitting in her library with her and sometimes one or both of her kids singing softly and playing the guitar, while h...er husband and some friends played poker in the den. They were loud and noisy, we were quiet and respectful. I found myself looking forward to her lessons. Her subtle beauty, her soft voice, and those blue eyes. I loved the way her eyes sparkled while we sat on the settee and I sang simple love songs. I saw the sadness in them when our lesson. I decided to take the thongs off also & we went back to the hotel It was naughty walking through the busy lobby with erect nipples & going commando. Tame I know. On the penultimate night again we went to the burger joint but as we were leaving the lobby José caught up with us & came with us as it was his break, or so he said. Away we went & had something to eat, on the way back hubby told José whet I had done the previous time I was in the underpass. I did not have much on this time either &. Our scientific bent of mind and approach to research enabled us to relate closely to each other. I would say that was an attraction. We met at least thrice a week for one year and all that we did was to talk and share notes on gender identification issues over coffee, tea, lunch and dinner. We spent days and nights talking about it over phone, at office or even at my home. She was passionate about her work and our bonding was at an intellectual level.She of course knew that I was a shemale and. “Don't be silly you” Mum said pulling my hand from my face “How are we supposed to teach you when you can't see anything?”It was only now that my vision was restored that I really got a good view of my father, standing at 6' tall he made me feel small. Although he worked out regularly the alcohol had started to catch up with him forming a small belly on top of his muscles. This was the first time I'd seen his penis or any penis in that state before, from what I could see there wasn't any hair.