I was aware that some of the passersby were slowing to eavesdrop a little on our conversation, strangers trying to listen to two squabbling lovers I s...upposed. I spoke in a soft low tone. "Do you have any idea the complexity of this issue for me? I'm female now. Permanently and irreversibly a girl everywhere, even up here." I touched my hand to my temple to indicate that my emotional personality and desires were now becoming completely female as well. "But I don't want to be. I want to be a guy. “Again babe, words.” I stutter out “Y-Y-Yessssss.”You lean down and your lips meet mine. There’s no build up or light touches, you just dive right in. Your lips are hard pressed to mine, your tongue in and out tangling with mine... your fingers squeezing my ass cheeks. Your hands start lifting my hips, moving my pussy against your hard length. Oh fuck that feels good, my breathing deepens and gets quicker, my hips start rolling against you.You lift me higher and with a little tip of my hips,. I couldn't see anything but trees and darkness. I was thinking about turning around and going back when I got a whiff of sweet smoke. My mouth began to water since I hadn't eaten since that morning, but I would have gotten hungry even if I had just eaten. Everyone said I was a barbeque addict. Now, all thoughts of turning around were out the window, I just follow my nose.About a mile down the street I came to an old faded hand painted sign that said, 'Papa Doc's home done BBQ'Well, if you. I looked out my window at the beach and saw quite a few people there. I grabbed a beach towel along with my beach necessities and took the elevator down. There was a nice breeze coming off the ocean. The smell of salt water brought back memories of past cruises that Jack and I had been on. I walked across the street and picked out a small section of beach that was unoccupied. I spread out my towel and sat down to look at the crowd.There was the normal bunch of moms with their kids. A few.