The decor hadn't changed in fifty years; but the beer was served ice cold and the burgers were the best around. We each had a burger and fries, I had ...a beer and Bill had a coke. Bill insisted on paying."If you don't let me pay, I'm going to sleep in the cab." Suit yourself, but if you do, you're going to miss out on all of this."With that, when I saw that no one was looking our way, I stood up, placed my hands behind my head and flexed, expanding my chest to its maximum.I looked at the shocked. Mom then said, Miss Davis." Please call me Carol if I can call you Charlotte." Sure. Carol my friend Dana Harold told me that you, uh, sort of helpboys that want to be girls. My son Billy wants to be a girl. We justfound out this yesterday. We hope you can help us." Charlotte don't worry abut nothing. We've helped many a transgenderboy become a girl over these many years. We're only happy to servethem." Transgender, what's that?" Charlotte sometimes a boy feels wrong with being a boy. Deep. He released my head and gripped my shoulders as he lunged up and pushed even more of his invading sex tool into me. My tongue held captive by his sucking mouth, I could only try and gather a breath every now and then. Mister Brad finally released my tongue and let his hands slide down my body till he gripped my buttocks. He didn't stop there he slipped his arms under my legs and let the hollow of my knees rest in the hollow of his elbows and push them up till he once again gripped my. "Take off you're panties and your jeans," he ordered."No!" she pleaded, clutching the waist of her jeans. "I can't!" Take them off now," David ordered, "or I'll carry you into the living room and spank you in front of the windows."It was eight-thirty p.m., dark outside, and Jennifer felt petrified he might do it. In fact, she knew he would. And at 18 years old, Jennifer could not risk being seen spanked by her brother. Stoop-shoulder and miserable, she kicked off her shoes, then removed her.