Finger tips traced the granite counter top, a funny little girlish smile curved her pink lips…those naughty weekends.That smile faded fast as she da...red to shy away, backing from it like she did the memory, letting it fade away. Turning her back the sofa confronted her, a memory of books and lazy touches, then the laughter…his children watching a movie, she could almost smell the burned pop corn in the air, the aroma so real it burned her eyes. The corduroy of the couch brushed at her fingers,. Then, I began my explanation toBobbie. I began by telling her about the perceived differencesbetween TG/TV/CD/etc. She nodded at several points and seemed tobe following what I was saying quite easily. I then begantelling her about my earliest experiences with female clothingand getting caught, "dressed" by my mother. I continued with myforced visits to a psychologist and testosterone injectionswhich were the standard "cure" at the time of my getting caught.Now, before you think my parents were. He would never admit it, she thought, butcutting him off from sex with her was a relief for him. No more sillyattempts at being a man. It's really for the best that he stay in mylife and take care of me, she thought. That way the little man can atleast be around a woman like me in some reduced capacity.Lost in thought in the noisy bar, she didn't notice that the men hadarrived. Feeling a strong hand on her delicate shoulder she also feltthe 5 0'clock shadow of her new lover and then the. But no one else will do it" She paused for a moment then said "I like to read stories, it passes the time" "What kind of stories do you like? "I like the old stories from my country, they're exciting" "Fantasy stories of handsome princes and romantic encounters, that sort of thing?" I replied She laughed nervously and turned back to the items on the shelf , as she bent forward to reach items at the back, her loose cotton trousers momentarily hugged the contours of her bum, I couldn't help but.