.." he sighed "...complete me." So ... then you change personality completely? You are this otherperson?" No," he said as his eyes returned to mine wi...th the denial. "No. I'mthe same person with the same interests. I just feel and act feminine."It's so hard to explain. Even to myself."Since he'd acknowledged the difficulty of understanding, I decidedjust to move on."I've seen pictures of what they call shemales," I said. He nodded andpursed his lips. "Some are very pretty but it seems like they. That was a big enough shock on its own,but what really got him was the shape of his new body. Namely thenoticeable curve of his chest and hips on his otherwise slender build,long legs extending down to the floor, ending in digitless feet thatwere forced onto their tips. The floor beneath his en pointe feet hadfrozen over slightly. He was nude yet featureless, much like Heatblast,but jagged and unpolished crystals grew over his chest and down to hispelvis, forming a rough approximation of a. About a dozen young teenage couples are standing or sitting in a circle watching two sixteen-year-old girls undressing each other.I'm not all that interested in watching them, I'm more interested in the sexy little panties I've nestled in. They belong to Sandra, a pretty little seventeen-year-old and they're pulled right up into her slit. She's sitting on a couch on her boyfriend's knee and she's enjoying his hand which is down the front of her low cut blouse, idly playing with a nipple as she. I didn’t even know him, and his heart was breaking right before my eyes. But there was something I really liked about those hazel eyes, so I sat down next to him and put my arms around him and held him as close as possible. And he kept on crying. And crying. And crying. Just when I thought he might never run out of tears (and I might have to call psych for a little help), he finally wound down, his head pressed into the crook of my neck as if to hide from the stark reality of what he’d just.