You’ve got a pussy, not a cock. Repeat that to yourself. One day you might just seek out actual castration. You don’t need your testicles, do you?...If gender is a spectrum, as it is looking like as if that is the correct way of viewing it, then why do you still insist on being a man? You keep failing at it. You keep getting laughed at. Maybe taking the complete plunge into full womanhood is frightening to you. Maybe you don’t identify entirely as a girl. You get to still be a boy, but only if you. I left a note saying I was staying over at my friend tom's house, and out the door I went. I caught a bus to her part of town and just about stormed her front door (Actually I just sheepishly crept up to it). For some reason I was nervous, even though we'd been dating for several months. Lately she had become unpredictable to me; springing lots of surprises and upending my understand of our relationship. And after spending a week apart, I had this tiny creeping fear that she could have met. Cheese, '(c)old hot shot'Friendly and helpful, as I educated her, great granddod guessed from my left what I whisperEnthousiastic pretty Petra precedes to my fucking hot kitchen, grabs the bottle from freezerEasy it is, eager Lea love. You take that pretty plate of 'old Amsterdammer' inside my dearDo as I tell tasty slave secretary, I will be next with a set of frozen glasses, icecold ginSweetheart great granddod does as she tells. She serves us with a round of (c)old jenever!Aweful taste to. I'm ugly," she murmured. Her face was red and she was avoiding looking at me."No, dear Mother-in-Law, it's just the opposite. I think you have an incredible body," I told her.Her body curved gracefully from strong shoulders down to a surprisingly small waist, then flared beautifully out into hips that were in exactly the right proportion with the rest of her body. Equally lovely curves led from there to long, strong, and very well formed legs."We...we shouldn't be...doing...this..." She said.