" I looked about. "You kids are getting loud; people arefrowning at us." Let the jerks frown if they want to!" declared Gus. "Why do we alwayshave to ...care what people think?"I sighed. Junior was well on his way to becoming a grumpy teenager. "You should care about insulting people when you don't have to," Iexplained, "so you can win friends and influence people -- instead ofgetting yourself into a lot of fights. If you wind up with a badreputation, you'll have a hard time getting along in. It did not surprise her that he was stark naked and his dick was sticking out straight and stiff as it so often did when he awoke. As she placed her cup in the drainer she felt his hands at her waist from behind as he grabbed her pants and pulled them along with her panties down to her knees and slapped her thick exposed bottom twice."Honey, I can't. I have to leave for work in five minutes!" she said."C'mon, Mom, " Danny whined, trying to spread the fleshy cheeks of her ass to expose her pink. I walked quietly up to the couch.For some reason, I was curious to watch him while he slept without him knowing I was even there. The feeling was just overwhelming at the time. My eyes roamed freely over his body and I could feel my vagina getting wet; my clitoris and nipples grew stiff and so very sensitive. I pulled my nightshirt over my head and dropped my panties to the floor. Standing there naked, just a foot or so away from him was so exciting that I could feel the moisture from my vagina. And I'm happy. I like beinga girl." It's funny. I was just talking to Dr. Monroe the other day. She saidshe had been reading up on this concept of 'petticoat punishment' toimmerse you into girls' clothes. I think you have the same idea." Mom, putting me in girls' clothes to cure me of girls' clothes is thesilliest thing I can imagine. It's like beating your skull with a hammerto cure a headache." Sam. I wish I had been a better parent. Mothers don't let their sonswear dresses." Mama, you didn't.