Remember?"Mom had always told me if I ever had questions about anything, especially with regards to sex, that I could indeed come to her with my quest...ions, and that regardless of what it was, or what I wanted to know, she wouldn't be judgmental, or question me as to the why of it. A promise she had always held to every time I had come to her and actually done that. She merely nodded her head in agreement, waiting on me to continue. "Yes ... I remember. Go ahead honey, what is it?" Obviously, I. Gillian presented herself to the world as a transgenderedwoman. She was the talk of the campus at first, but given her previoushistory of gender swapping, no one was surprised. Her small circle ofelites considered her a prized possession and welcomed her into theirclique.It was at this time that Gillian realised that her good looks and overtsexuality could be used to her advantage.Gillian had been taking puberty blockers before she started HRT and hadshown little interest in sex but her. Her show had intensified and I could feel the blood in my body pounding in my ears. As I saw her climax I decided not to push my luck and I started down the hall. I moved as quietly as I could but the floor creaked and I was sure she would notice. Quickly I moved to the front door and out to my car. I know she would not have time to dress and open the door to see me. I sat in the car for a bit thinking that the sound of the car starting would give me away and after a time I knew I had no choice. In the back of my mind, my vow of adoration played overand over, to worship and adore the Mater in all ways. As the remnants ofmy birth sex kindled in my briefs, Lynthia pushed herself teasinglyagainst me. Leaning into my ear, she whispered huskily into my ear."I've always wondered about you, what makes you tick, how you could giveyour most precious parts..."She reached down and delicately unfurled the encased desire from mybriefs."...to a Mother who no-one even knows is real."Gliding over her.