She had turned the shower on and stood under it. She was soaking wet with clothes on. I took this as a signal and went behind her and hugged her. My l...ips started touching all over her neck and my hands started feeling her waist. I pushed her to the wall and started kissing all of her back. I removed her top and she was naked. I started running my fingers all over her back and turned her around. We started kissing passionately and that went on for nearly 15 minutes. I then got down to her boobs. .. Even as the final thought formed in her head, Devan remembered a night at the inn not so long ago.She'd had far too much to drink and sat chatting with a woman. As the conversation progressed, Devan recognized the signs she'd always seen in a man interested in her coming from the woman across the table. As soon as she'd realized what was happening, she'd retreated back to the school immediately. She'd awakened the next morning in soaked panties from a night full of erotic dreams. Though. During that 1st month away from my mothers i enjoyed my freedom, i could dress up in my lady clothes whenever i pleased which was 24 hours a day almost, it was during this time that i realised that i wasnt a man but a girl who was inside a male body. Id shave my body hair and paint my nails, i gave myself a female name which was Cindy, id buy female clothes and underwear almost everyday. (Anyway back to the story of which i was going to tell you). I was at my flat all dressed up one evening. And a couple of scars – which he’d gotten while protecting me, no less – hardly left him looking disgusting.If that was his concern, though, just telling him that wasn’t going to ease his mind. I quickly thought through my options; trying to argue him out of his funk didn’t appeal, ignoring it was hurting us both... Oh. Well, there was a rather obvious option ... I smiled as I considered it. Show, don’t tell. I’d had teachers tell me that for years in school, and I would finally put their.