I love showering, me! Loads of hot, steamy water and loads of soap bubbles to lather over meself! Great! I remember, cos back then, we only had soap a...nd none of that shower gel stuff they have these days. Anyway, this one day, there I was in the shower, soapin' meself down, enjoying the hot water and I started to think about the new art teacher we had at school. She was really pretty and she had a really nice figure too. Thing is, she was ginger and back then, nobody wanted to admit that they. Needless to say, my mind - or more specifically my hormones - was not going to listen to her mutterings. Far from it, my hands were all over her stomach, her beautiful thighs, breasts and neck, taking advantage of the short period I had before her daughter or husband woke up.After that initial hesitation, I became bolder: Touching her, cupping her, feeling her whenever and wherever I could. Within a month, I had become so brazen that I started to do all this even in front of her young. She wants to see you check out her butt. She wants you to do all that because she craves male attention, just like a teenage boy craves female attention, and she knows that you’re safe.”“You keep telling me that I’m ‘safe’. I don’t feel very ‘safe’ when I’m around Kate. What do you mean by ‘safe’?”“You’re safe. You’ll tell her she’s pretty. You won’t laugh at her or make fun of her. You won’t make crude comments about her. You won’t call her names. You won’t tell her that she’s a tease for. .Mr Bright waslike that, an interesting assignment that made you want to look thingsup.Apart from the laser-sight thing my first day back went OK. Tansy wasmaking friend-signals and if she was as strange as she said she was fun.For a start she was actually a boy, but not exactly trans. She hadboobs and a bum but they were prosthetics. Her parents were fine on thegirl thing but completely nixed hormones and surgery. Tansy said shegot pretty pouty at first but kind of saw their point when her.