The class was predictable. Mr. Carlson handed out the syllabus and textbooks. That was going to be a bitch to carry around. I saw a lot of the girls w...ere pulling little suitcase-like things. Fay had one. I wondered if she took it to college with her. I’d have a sore back in no time if all my classes had this size book and I carried them in a backpack.The guy I’d walked to class with snapped his fingers in front of my face.“Huh?”“We’re supposed to be lab partners,” he said. “Are you always so. For the most part, this is the story of the transgender portionof my life, with no real ending. I'm writing this for two reasons: I wantto see what reactions my tale might get among a community of people whohave faced similar situations, and also because I've read enough on thissite that I felt it was my duty to contribute something, insignificantthough it might be.I would also like to say that I'm motivated in that today is the first daythat I've come to accept the fact that I am what I am. I wanted to have sex with her. I know it was wrong,but I wasn’t thinking straight at this time. I wanted sex badly and I wanted itwith her, and if I didn’t make a move, I would never find out if it couldhappen. I began acting like I was just wasn’t getting aroused enough. “Damn,” I said,“I just can’t cum. I need something to help me.” I had decided what to do. Istopped jacking off and stood up, my dick bouncing up and down. “Where did I putmy bag, I think my DVD is in there.” Of course I knew. I told her not really. She said she would like the third to be her best friend Caroline. She told me she had always wanted to taste a pussy and that she was very attracted to her. The mere idea of fucking my wife with her best friend turns me on so much. From the way she started breathing I could she was too. Then I asked her “what about another guy?” She looked at me surprised and asked me if I would not mine having another guy fucking her in front of me. In response I ask if she would.