She looked into his beautiful serious eyes with an infectious twinkle, which he caught. She began masturbating him, slow yet aggressive."And I think y...u should start up dance again," he said. His fingers wandered along her thighs until they touched her pussy lips."I don't have time," she said with a sexy sigh."We'll plan it out." Let's talk about someone else. Let's talk about you."As she got him to talk about school and wrestling and how her mother was, the result she wanted was happening. As. He complained about everything: "Do I have to wear high heels! Why can't I wear flats?" "Why do I have to wear a bra? I have no breasts!" "Did you have to pick out a blouse that was so frilly?"We explained to him that we had to do everything to make him look as feminine as possible so that he wouldn't be seen as a man. "You've got to stop seeing yourself as a macho stud!" I snapped. "You're a woman now, so you'd better start acting like one!"That last statement really freaked him out,. I've got my business calls done and my computer is working away on the routine checks for my clients. A little work on the program I'm writing, mostly writing down some notes and work on the outline for the functions I want the program to do, where the inputs are going to come from and how they'll fit in the program.Kay showed up and knocked on my office door. When I turned to see what she wanted I was surprised to see her holding a tray with a bowl of soup and a glass of tea on it. "Is that. ”“Billy is an asshole. Dad was right, he treats me like shit. I realized about a week ago that the problem is, guys my age are just too stupid and immature and nothing like the men that I love are like. You and Dad have something that guys my age don’t.It was quiet for a few seconds. We each took a deep drink. “So, have you and Jimmy been…?”“Dad had to show me everything. He taught me how to use a tampon. He told me about sex and what guys like and what they are after. But I was the one who.