Maybe, I would love BEING agirl, tooThis time it was the ringing of the telephone that returned me to thehere and now. I jumped off my bed and headed ...toward the telephone onlya few feet away. I had forgotten how I was attired, but was remindedwhen the skirt I was wearing prevented me from taking the size ofstrides that habit had caused me to attempt. I answered the phone notlosing the irony of the fact that my parents were talking to their sonwhile that son was fully dressed as and feeling like. I found myself matching my hose to the outfit and shoes, wanting to look "pretty", and all of this was with my mom's acceptance. Although she didn't dress me, she allowed me to dress up and spend my mornings with her like that.A while back my parents, who are retired and nearing 80 years of age, sent me several cardboard boxes full of all kinds of stuff that had been mine from age 2 to 17 that they presumed I wanted. Little league trophies, sports tee-shirts, camp and school awards, and. It wasn’t a long discussion between the two of us. “Do you want to go again?” he asked winking. “Of course” I said moving off of him. He went first back to the big lounge room and I gave him a minute and got up and slowly followed him. When I opened the door he was standing by the vanity in front of the mirror, with his shoes off. I gave him a funny look and he pulled me into the room and put his shoes against the door. They were actually steel toed boots so they kept the door shut enough.. Uski mummy ke aage Charu kuch bhi nhi thi. Uski mummy roop ki devi thi. Wo karib 37 ya 39 saal ki hogi, par is umar me wo itni jyada khoobsurat thi.Sach kehun toh mere pass uski khoobsurati batane ke liye word kam pad jayegen. Main apni life me unse khoobsurat aurat kabhi nhi dekhi thi. Unki ankhen Charu se kafi badi aur nashe se bhari hui thi. Unki nose ek dam tikhi aur halki si lambi. Jise dekhte hi mere dil me pehla khayal aaya, ki apne lund ka pani inki nose par gira doon.Uske honth aise.