The revelation of truth? I already knew those very things andI had let my fear make me forget them.Somewhere along the line I had made a mistake. I ...had quit being me andstarted pretending. Not totally, just mostly to myself. The clothes,hair, makeup and everything else was a disguise to cover my gender,not my person. The advice and instructions people had given me I filedaway into Bridget the girl. I had separated my male and femalespersonas into two differing people. When in reality I. I’m so pleased and excited. You’re the first one I’ve told.”What I found astonishing was that there was no mention of a date or sex – just plain enjoyment at the sharing of good news. “Whoops,” I thought to myself. “This is getting serious. We’re getting into ‘sharing’ now; not just sex.”“Great,” I said. “Let’s have a drink on that tonight. We’ll meet at a restaurant,’ that place around the corner from you. I can be there in an hour. OK?” She agreed. We kissed when she entered and found me at a. He was not grabbing and squeezing them like a boy my age, but instead almost caressing them with obviously many years of experience. “Let’s just button this up . . . from behind,” he whispered, as he took the sides of the front of the blouse, pulled them back behind me and re-buttoned them so that my breasts were now fully visible to his view. “What are your thoughts so far?” he asked as he reached from behind and using both thumbs and first fingers began to gently. I had my hands down by my side and as Jenn stretched she again displayed her wonderful body to me. But when she was done her hand dropped right next to mine. Electric bolts flew through my body at the exciting touch of my cousin. Neither one of us moved our hands for about 5 minutes. Then I decided to make a small move and I moved my hand inside of hers so that we can hold hands. I saw her blush as my pulse quickened even more. It felt like my heart was trying to leap out of my chest I was so.