I saw the unfamiliar number flash up on and I had an aching feeling that I’d be greeted by him. His voice seeped out the small speaker and into my w...anton ears. ‘Arnie? Baby?’ he breathed out, his voice just a little raspy and sexy as hell. ‘I want to see you tonight. Would you please come out and see me?’ Who was I to deny this man? I sheepishly replied, ‘Sure. Time and place, honey, and I’ll be there.’ I was surprised with my forwardness. I loved it when he did it, but I’d only spoken to him. She is charming, intelligent, and vibrant. I really haven't met another woman like her. I tell her I am a detective and she tells me about her career as a dancer. She hopes to work her way up from Copa Girl to a broadway show. My hand eventually ends up holding hers and our eyes keep locking. My cock strains against my dress pants. I don't remember the last time I felt this aroused. She is breathtaking and her name is Cathryn Peterson.After what seems like hours of laughing and chatting in the. I was going to be a *normal* male, I decided, and I was even going to get a good, normal girlfriend if ever I could.On my first day at Highview Academy I stood proud and tall, with my hair newly cut short in traditional manly style, wearing my new traditional male attire, complete with neck-tie and white shirt. My eyes darted quite out of my head at the beauty of the female students, most of them modestly clad in traditional school uniforms of white blouse, plaid skirt, white anklets, and shiny. “I love you, Sharon Kincaid,” I told her. This time the kiss was longer and very gentle. No tongue, but very tender and heartfelt.“I love you,” I said again. I liked these kisses—I could probably live on them alone without any deer meat or fish at all.“Why didn’t you say that ever before?” she asked.“Why didn’t you?” I replied, tossing the ball back into her court.She kissed my nipples, gently nipping at them before she tilted her face up to mine for another hot kiss. “ ‘Cause the boy has to.