Feel free to printthis story for yourself. However, the only websites I authorize to postthis is FM and Crystal's.Two- If you are not into age regress...ion, don't read.Three- If you are not into transgender fiction, then why are you here inthe first place?Four- There is no sex at all, and I mean whatsoever, in this story, so ifyou came looking for sex stuff in a 'Preteen Under 13' story, feel free togo lick a light socket. Sex with kids is just....gross. Not to mentionicky and disturbing as well.. Large and voluptuous. The stiffening in my pants confirmed this. She broke the eye contact and continued work. But now I was watching with new eyes. Every movement of her body, as she did the menial, routine job of cleaning house, was making me aroused. The noise of the vacuum cleaner, as she pushed it back and forth around the room, had a kind of rhythm. Her body was in tune to the rhythm, her buttocks moving back and forth, her pendulous breasts, moving back and forth. It couldn’t resist it. What thrills neither Mr. Kennedy nor I is that our young daughter is showing such interest in the opposite sex at her age. We had hoped that we wouldn't have to deal with this issue until she was a year--or perhaps two--older. But I'm a realist, and I know that hormones start having their way with us at varying ages. She is interested in boys, and as her parents, it's up to us to deal with it." I understand," I said. It seemed the safest thing to say."It's my life," Kirsten said. "Shouldn't it. "I pushed the door open and led her into the kitchen."Do you want a Coke?" Yes please. That would be good."I pulled a couple of bottles out of the refrigerator and used the opener under the cupboard to open them."Here you are." Thanks."We sat down at the table. She looked down at her hands as she nervously twisted the bottle in her hand. She finally took a drink, as if it was a whiskey bottle and she needed some courage."Les, I came over here to apologize." Oh?" Yeah. I should have said.