I was now I'm my boxers and tshirt with my bum half up in the air sucking on John. I felt Rob grab both hips and push his was into the crack of my ars...e through my boxers. I could feel his hot breath on my arse hole. His tongue working through the fabric of my pants.While that was happening I kept sucking John's cock he was rock hard. Behind me Rob had pulled both of my arse cheeks out of my boxers and had buried his face in my bare crack. He was inhaling hard taking in my scent before he buried. However as time passed Irealised it was more than just Heather's underwear that excited me.I started having dreams at night about becoming a girl for real. Inthem I used to go to bed as a boy and wake up the next morning as acute girl. My bedroom would be so girly, like Sarah's, my best matessister, my wardrobes would be full of girl's clothes, my drawers filledwith girlish underwear and the best part of the dream... everyoneremembered me as a girl, it wasn't freakish for me to have become. She knew, of course, that the color made no real difference, but the culture associated with that did provide some interesting variations. Offering sex as a benefit to those who dated her got her to many events and households she would otherwise never visit.Studying other cultures became a strong interest and she began developing questions and tests for her lovers and their families and friends. She became skilled at probing to the point that they sometimes got uncomfortable with where she was. Her body was slim and soft, with little ruffles in places that let out the secret that she was over 60.Nobody likes getting old, no matter what they say, because we can all see that our bodies aren't as taut, as athletic, as triumphant as they used to be. I was a good few years younger than Ginny but was already starting to go a bit flabby; there is no other honest way to put it. The Adonis of my youth had passed through his prime and come out the other side, largely intact but with the engine.