I use my feminine side to my personal-best advantage, but admit to myself and openly that I will never be a woman--nor state that by wearing women's c...lothing--that I will EVER REALLY KNOW what cross-to-bear genetic women have. Any transvestite/crossdresser/transgendered that thinks they know what women are TOTALLY about just can't face facts! Only GENETIC WOMEN and POST-OPERATIVE transsexuals will REALLY understand what inequities and problems REAL women face daily. (I say "POST-OPERATIVE", as. . I don't have any family left. I don't want Charley! There's maybe one person ... there was a nurse at work; she was really nice with me and had told me to see a doctor but I couldn't afford it. Maybe, she would come ... I don't know." What's her name?" I'm not sure ... Isabel something or other, there's only the one nurse." I'll look into it. Will there be anything else?" What about my clothes? Melissa left with them." Don't worry ... most of the girls here, staff and clients, prefer to stay. Doing both made her hips move around his buns and her nipples and tits around his back. Twice she felt him thrust up slightly.Then she held the top of his dick under the ridge with two fingers reserved for the scrub pad and soaped around and up the shaft. She was surprised how easily the outer skin moved up and down and how hard it was and how soft it was. He thrust slightly twice again. She switched hands and ever so softly scrubbed around and up his shaft.She stuck the scrub pad in her butt. ” She said “*Giggle* it’s ok, watching you guys always made me laugh.” Fast forward we talk and talk until class starts then at the end of class, she gives me her number and tells me to hit her up whenever. Gonna be honest, I never hit her up...but it was because I was just chillin, letting her do her and me do me. Fast forward we would just casually talk and do homework together some days nothing too crazy. Until one night I was feeling kinda lonely and a test was coming up this Monday.