At no timeduring the last few months had anyone even considered that I wasn't theyoung woman that I knew I was. I was worried about what would happen ...whenI went back to school, because I had to interact with everyone who hadknown me before. It wasn't going to be easy to convince some of them thatI had always been a girl, and some of them could refuse to accept it. ButI would do my best. As long as I could keep myself from getting beaten up,then I'd be happy with the results. Besides, I had. She was from my area but two streets away and we didnt speak for a week .Then she asked my mobile number so to call me when the cab comes to pick either of us first depending on the driver.Her name was Pennarasi 1 year younger than me and had hair till her waist .She had excellent structure that anyone will want to make love .She had 34 30 32 as her sizes. As days went on we became good friends since I used to take care of her till she reached home and will always drop her till she gets. I could always lose it. I also had my Bible in the back seat. I drove to the Cox residence and parked behind Morgan’s spot to be out of her mother’s way if she showed up.I went to the door and rang the bell. A gorgeous vision opened the door and pulled me inside. Morgan was breath-takingly beautiful this morning. She was wearing a sundress with a halter top that showed tanned arms and shoulders. It was short at the bottom and her legs looked great! She was wearing higher heels than I had seen. I was restoring my energy with lots of food. I envisioned nothing but sex and eating over the next several months, or until I couldn’t be fucked anymore.Somehow through all my mommy filled distracting thoughts dinner was ready and we all sat around the table. I felt like we were a different kind of family fir the first time. One that did not fully include my husband, more like we were the family and he was an intruder. We laughed and chatted and he watched, distant and different. I wondered.