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I'll make it a Date, Part Eight: Tabitha's Story Introduction I have been telling my story of how I met and fell in love with Tabitha, and everything that followed in our first week together. I hope that I have given you some idea of how much I enjoyed that time. We were madly in love and it was unbelievable that we had a place where we could be intimate in complete comfort and privacy. I was the luckiest man on earth. So far, everything I have written has been from my point of view. My memories. I've been urging Tabitha to take over and tell her side of the story. She's stubborn! She says that I am doing a good enough job for both of us. I disagree. It's not fair to her for me to hog the keyboard. Tabitha has agreed to write a passage in her own voice, so I will take a break and let her have at it. Chapter 1 Where do I begin? Greg has been after me to tell my version of things ever since he started writing about us. I wasn't sure I wanted him to tell everybody our story, but it is nice to remember how we met and what we did when we knew we wanted to be together. You already know pretty much all there is to know about me, but I will see if I can add a few things to the story. I knew from day one that I was in the wrong body. My earliest memories are of mom dressing me as a little girl, with whatever things she had at hand. I think she was worried that daddy would get upset if he saw me in real clothes, so mom just wrapped towels or sheets around me and we pretended they were dresses. It didn't really matter to me. I liked the way I looked and felt. Then came school. I had to be a boy. I hated it. Every day was an ordeal for me. I was around girls for the first time in my life, but it only made me sad. They wore tights and dresses ans shoes with buckles. They had dolls and little doll babies and all of the toys I wanted to play with. The boys showed me their toy soldiers and their building blocks, but I just couldn't get interested in those things. I would drift over to the girl's part of the classroom and end up playing with them. The teacher called my mom in for a conference after the first few months. She asked mom why I seemed to prefer the company of the girls, rather than the boys. Mom (she told me about this years later) explained that I had no sisters, and that I must have been doing it out of curiosity. It wasn't just an excuse, it was what she believed. She told the teacher that she didn't mind if I spent more time with the girls. She talked to me about it home. I told her that I liked girls more than boys. I knew even then that I was not "normal," and that I shouldn't tell her what I was really thinking. The next couple of years were hard for me. I spent a lot of time by myself, looking at mom's magazines and our catalogs. I searched for pictures of young women and girls to see the kinds of outfits and shoes they got to wear. I imagined myself as a female model, or as a boy modeling in feminine clothes. Whenever I had even a few minutes alone, I ran into mom and dad's room and opened her dresser drawers. I would pick up her underwear and stockings and dream of how they would feel on me. I never had enough time to try anything on, but the feel of the silky material against my hands and my face was incredibly good. One day, when I was seven, mom caught me with a pair of her pantyhose pulled up over both of my bare arms. She didn't flip out; she just told me to take them off and never to do it again. I was crushed! I cried. I was humiliated and ashamed, together. I promised I'd never do it again. That was a promise I soon broke! Mom used to go over to our neighbor's house every once in a while for a little bit, and she would leave me alone when she did. I always took advantage of those brief periods to spend a few minutes handling her lingerie. I was truly hooked. Daddy acted a little strange around me. I guess I was a little mother hen around him at times. I would carry him his drinks in the evening and I always wanted to sit on his lap while we watched TV. Mom gave me an E-Z Bake oven and I used it daily! I would make little brownies and cupcakes for daddy. I was so happy when he liked them! Some of them must have been horrible, but he always had a smile for me. He gave me a G.I. Joe for Christmas one year, but I treated it as a masculine fashion model. I colored tissue paper and made little skirts and dresses for "Jane." The Big Event, as you know, happened when I turned eight. I was so tired of living a lie. All of my friends were girls and I dreamed of being one all day long. The boys at school either ignored me or made fun of me, but the girls stood up for me and protected me. That just increased my desire to truly be one of them. I decided I had to take a chance and tell mom and dad about who I really was. It went better than I ever could have expected. Daddy, who I never thought would accept it, told me that he would support me if I was sure it was what I wanted. I cried. Mom told me that I would have to keep it a secret from everybody else, but I already knew that I would. I would never hear the end of it at school if anyone there knew. But I was happy just to be able to live my dream at home. Mom started me off slowly and simply. When I got home from school, she would have an outfit ready for me on my bed. My first one was a blue dress with white polka dots and a white lace collar. I wore cotton panties and blue tights with it. Mom bought me my first pair of shoes, too. They were black patent leather Mary Janes. It was like a second Christmas! I ate dinner in them and sat on daddy's lap and fell asleep on the sofa in them. When I went to bed, mom gave me a pair of girl's pajamas to wear. It was so nice! As time went by, mom added clothes to my collection. She told me that she couldn't paint and furnish my room the way I wanted it, but that she would convert one of our guest rooms into a little girl's room for me. It was delightful! Pink walls, a little twin-sized canopy bed with lots of pillows and even a little dressing table. I spent most of my free time in it. Soon, my closet there was full of clothes and shoes. When we had company over I just returned to my own room, and mom locked up the second room. I went by "Tabitha" at home. Or Tabby. I loved the little girl in "Bewitched" and I always identified with her. I imagined growing up as a girl witch. I was sure I had secret powers that I would learn how to use. It took a while for mom and daddy to get used to calling me by my girl name, but they were both very sweet and understanding to do it at all. We all had to be careful not to use it around other people. Every time I dressed up as Tabby I felt so peaceful. I really felt so much at home, if you know what I mean. Like I had finally found myself. It's hard to explain. I would sit down and smooth out my dress or my skirt and cross my legs as a girl should. It was as natural to me as breathing. I brushed my growing hair every afternoon and I did my best not to chew my nails. I spent a lot of time watching mom cook or sew or make herself up. I was a little sponge. Before long, I could do my own makeup expertly. Mom didn't allow me very much in the beginning. I had some lipsticks and mascara, but she didn't want to give me anything that couldn't be cleaned up quickly. I didn't mind. I knew that someday I would have everything I wanted, and more. I really don't want to write about my accident, and everything that happened after it. It was horrible. The physical pain I felt was nothing compared to the emotional and psychological pain those people caused me. I will leave it that. The only good thing to come of it was moving here. I never would have met Greg if we had stayed in California. Chapter 2 After we moved here, I was able to spend the summer as Tabitha. Mom and dad just let me stay inside as much as I wanted, which was pretty much all the time. They were so sweet to let me have two rooms and my own bathroom. They worked really hard to renovate and furnish my special rooms just as I wanted them. Mom and daddy have always been so kind and understanding with me. When the rooms were done I started crying! I was right at home in them as Tabby. By that time, I was wearing clothes suited for a grown woman. Mom loves shoes and she loves buying them for me, too. It helped that my feet stopped growing when they were almost exactly her size. We still share shoes and boots, but I had enough of my own for a few years. The same with dresses and underthings. I love stockings so much! I wanted a pair in every color and style. I'm not really crazy about pantyhose, but I keep a few pairs just in case. There's just nothing better than pulling stockings up my legs. And I love the way a garter belt looks on me! (So does Greg!) Some days I would wake up early and just wear panties, stockings and high heels for a few hours. I would walk around the room and pretend to be a super model. I loved the way I looked in the mirror! I have to admit that I got hard from looking at myself. That, combined with the feel of the fabrics on my skin, was enough to get me off many, many times. I imagined that a hot young actor or singer was sitting in my chair. I would dance for him and allow him to touch my legs or my butt. It was all so real for me. I honestly never expected to meet a boy who would love me, at least until I could get out and live on my own. That seemed like an eternity away. Mom and daddy were so cool in letting me start medications to hold back my growth and let me develop a little as a girl. They made sure that I didn't want to be tall and muscular. That was the last thing I wanted! I guess it would have been okay to be tall and skinny, but I dreamed of being a petite woman with a girl's voice and no gigantic Adam's apple. I didn't care if I stayed around five feet tall. That was all part of my plan. The medications were easy to take, and they did make me feel much more girlish. We just had to be very careful about dosages and schedules. I really didn't care that my little penis didn't grow very much. I was afraid that it would take off and get really big. I had seen daddy's when I was little, and it is huge! He's a big guy anyway, but his thing is really big. I was scared that that would run in the family. But my drugs worked, or I got the right genes from somebody else in the family. My pee pee is just right. It feels so good but it doesn't "give me away" when I am dressed as Tabby. I really want breasts, though. I want to fill my bras with real boobies. I want something for Greg to enjoy, too. He says he doesn't want me to have big ones, but I want at least some grapefruit sized ones. That will have to wait a while, but it's going to happen. Chapter 3 I dreaded the end of the summer. That meant school. I didn't have any friends to speak of. I knew some kids from the neighborhood, but just by sight. A week before classes started, mom took me to an orientation day at the high school so that I could learn my way around. It was a big complex of buildings. They even had their own pool! Nothing I had seen in California came close to this. Our town here was pretty upper-class, though, so the property taxes gave all of the schools a lot of money to spend on whatever they wanted. I was scared about having to try to fit in with so many strangers, but the teachers I met at orientation seemed pretty nice. The big day arrived. Mom drove me to school and I joined the crowd as everybody made their way inside. I had all of the stupid classes I had to pass to get my honors diploma. I really didn't want to be anything special, like a doctor or a lawyer. I wanted to get my diploma and then go to beauty school, or maybe a culinary school. I loved to cook and I'm still pretty good at it. Doing it for a living seemed like a good career. One of the classes I chose to take was Spanish. In San Diego, I had picked up a lot of it from the Mexican-American girls I had hung out with for years. I had an advantage over most of the kids in the class. That first day, I remember getting to class first and taking the seat I wanted. We were all allowed to pick a seat, but we had to stay in it all year. The other kids came into the room. That's when I first saw Greg. Greg looked so good! Part of my inner self enjoyed watching the cute guys I was able to see at school or wherever I was outside the house. Greg was the cutest guy I had ever seen! He was so tall and clean cut. Those eyes! He looked at me as he passed me and I felt a rush of excitement. I think he gave me a little smile. (He tells me he did.) I had to stop myself from staring at him. I did manage to look over my shoulder a few times. As Greg has told you, it wasn't long before he became friends. I was so excited! I tried to act cool around him, but I couldn't wait to have him visit my house. I got to see his, too, and I met his parents. They're very nice people. My mom and my daddy liked Greg right away. We never let him see Tabitha's room, of course, but we did spend a lot of hours in my boy's room. I had a lot of fun with him. We did everything guys do at that age. A lot of gaming and horseplay and swearing. The horseplay was nice. I had to be sure to keep from pushing my hard little dick against him! (He says he did, too.) Greg drove me to and from school every day, and I liked to stay for his swim practice sessions. Okay, I admit it - I liked watching him climb out of the pool! The water ran down over his well-defined muscles. One muscle in particular! Greg liked to wear tight-fitting shorts. He said that they didn't slow him down in the water. I didn't care! They gave me a very nice view of his perfect butt and his big package. I felt so dirty when I imagined pulling his shorts down to his knees. I could picture what would happen next. By that time, I was fantasizing about guys pretty much all the time. I could get aroused by seeing naked or scantily-clad women, but mainly because I wanted to be them, rather than be with them. I thought about how cool it would be to have real breasts and shapely legs and to be able to make men desire me. I really enjoyed pictures of hot guys in underwear or swim suits. I would tear the men's underwear pages out of mom's catalogs and hide them under my mattress in Tabby's room. I really shouldn't tell this story, but I want to. One day, I found a nudie magazine in a trash can when I was walking home from a convenience store across town. I can't remember the title of it, but it was one of the more explicit ones on the market at that time. I hid it in my sweatshirt and made it to my room without mom or dad seeing it. I was really turned on by the pictures. There was no explicit sex, as in real intercourse or blow jobs, but there were pictures of women handling guys dicks and spreading their legs for the men. I was as equally aroused by the penises as I was by the women. I had three orgasms from the magazine by the time I went to bed. I put the magazine under the mattress, far enough in that I figured mom would never find it. I didn't show it to Greg. I wasn't sure how he would react. Two days later, I came home from school and ran up to my room. I reached under the mattress and pulled out the magazine. I got the shock of my life. My girly magazine had been replaced by one full of men, only. I just about died! There wasn't a single photo of a girl in the whole thing. Not even ads. Just page after page of incredibly good looking men with giant cocks in every stage of hardness. I couldn't believe how horny I felt. There was a little shame, but mainly desire. A torrent of fantasies flooded my brain all at once. I imagined myself being held and fondled and kissed by the men. I would be a rag doll to any one of them. I wished one of them would spring to life from the page and throw me over his shoulder, then and there. He could carry me to my special room and watch as I dressed in one of my naughty outfits for him. I came very hard, very fast. Then, my shame at being caught returned. On the inside of the back page there was a yellow Post-it sheet. Mom's handwriting filled half of it. "If you want to look at dirty magazines, look at the right ones," she had written. "You're a girl, but not a lesbian. I don't want you looking at naked women. They will just confuse you. If you want more of these, just ask. I love you." I cried. I was happy and humiliated all at once. I dreaded the thought of looking at her at dinner. I wondered if she had told daddy. Dinner that night turned out okay. It took me forever to look at mom, of course, but I did and she winked at me. Before long we were talking as if nothing had happened. In fact, neither of us mentioned the magazines again. It ended up that I didn't need any. I soon had my own male model to play with! Chapter 4 You know by now that Greg and I passed notes all the time in Spanish class. We didn't write anything that would get us in trouble, just the usual friend stuff. Then came the day that we had our first date. I was joking when I called it a "date" in my note. I mean, I wanted to have a date with Greg, but I could never actually ask him for one. I thought he liked me, and even that he might secretly be attracted to me, but I couldn't break my own heart by driving him away. I did love him. That had started long before. I dreamed about him and I fantasized about him. I imagined myself taking care of him in every way possible. I wanted to wear his team jacket and show it off to the girls. I wanted to make out with him at the movies and share drinks with him in restaurants. Above all, I wanted to feel his swimmer's body next to mine. I was so excited when he kept my photograph. That was so sweet of him! I knew it couldn't mean anything special, but it did make me feel wanted, in a way. I wondered if he would pull the photo out from time to time when he was alone. I really hoped he would frame it. That would just be a little too strange for him to do and way too much to hope for. When he picked me up that night I thought he looked a little preoccupied. I don't know if the drugs have given me female intuition, but I knew something heavy was on his mind. I was hyper-alert immediately. Then came the magazines he bought for. Then the compliment about my clothes. I wanted to blurt out "What the hell's up with you?" but I had to play it cool. Then, in the theater, he acted all masculine and bought my drink and just one tub of popcorn for the two of us. I began to get excited. By the time the movie started I was a nervous wreck. I had to reach over to get the popcorn, and Greg always seemed to put his hand in just as I did. Every brush of his hand sent a surge through me. It was all I could do not to kiss him. When we finished the popcorn and Greg asked me if I wanted more, I had to keep from giggling. I wanted more, definitely! I wanted his tongue in my mouth. Just to be a flirt, I pretended to mistake his leg for mine when I wiped my fingers. He jumped a little. I liked that. I did giggle a little then. He put his finger against my leg and touched it. I started stroking it gently. I almost fainted right then and there. It was all I could do not to cry from the joy I felt. I knew at last that he wanted me. Not just as a friend, but as a real date. He wanted to hold my hand. Maybe he wanted to kiss me. Maybe more. I couldn't hear a word of the movie and I didn't see anyone else around us. I had tunnel vision. My legs trembled. Every time I stroked his little finger I thought I was getting a static shock. I couldn't wait for the stupid movie to end, but I didn't want to have to separate from Greg. I wanted everyone else in the theater to leave and let the two of us do as we pleased. I was able to touch Greg's hand as we left the theater lobby. I was so giddy! He smiled and I smiled. We had broken the ice, finally! Greg was a real gentleman when he opened my door. I unlocked his door as a real girlfriend would. He held my hand when he got in and we kissed. Words can't describe how wonderful that first kiss was. We have kissed a thousand times or more since then, and every one has been nice, but that first one was perfect. I just melted in my seat. His lips were so incredibly tasty to me. I wanted to lick and chew on them, but we had to be careful not to be seen. It was hard to end it. I had a wonderful time at the diner, and used my foot to send a thrill up Greg's leg. I wanted to climb under the table and take care of his needs! I hoped that it wouldn't be long before I could do it for real. I had already done it many times in my mind. I don't think we ate four bites between us. We just talked and talked about everything we could think of. Greg told me that he had wanted to ask me out for a while, but that he was unsure how I would react. It was all I could do not to shout out how much I loved him already. It was getting late, and we had to leave. I could spent the whole night there with him, just talking and looking at him. I remember the drive home like it happened yesterday. I scooted next to Greg and held his hand. Then he put his arm around me and I cuddled with him. It was so quiet and dark and lovely. I closed my eyes and just breathed in his scent and focused on the feel of his hand on my shoulder. He stroked my hair. I so wanted to be wearing an amazing dress and stockings and heels. I wanted to leave a lipstick kiss mark on his smooth cheek. I wanted to scratch his leg with long, painted nails. Of course, at that point Greg knew nothing of Tabby. That would another hurdle I'd have to clear. I reasoned that if he wanted me as a boy, he might want me even more as a beautiful girl. I hope so, anyway. Greg pulled off the road and we kissed again. Longer, this time. We couldn't do more than that. I wanted to - definitely! - but we had to keep our eyes open for anybody who might come along. Then he told me he loved me! I was never so happy in my life. This was so much to take in, but I immediately told him that I loved him, too. I was the happiest girl on the planet. My handsome, masculine man had fallen for me. It was too good to be true. We kissed again and I honestly wanted to tell him to drive us as far away as we could get on the money we had in our wallets. I wanted him to take me to Las Vegas and marry me, with Elvis presiding. I wanted to go to Mexico, or South America, or wherever we could go where people would accept us and leave us alone. I didn't tell him any of that, but I sure did imagine it. I was walking on air when I got home. I couldn't help but tell mom all about it. First, though, I had to change into a silky teddy, panties, hose and heels. When that was done, it took me about thirty seconds to reach orgasm, just from thinking about Greg's kisses. I cleaned up and cooled off a little, then went back downstairs. I think mom knew what I had just done, and she shook her head when she saw what I wore. I explained that she would understand when I told her about the date. We talked for a couple of hours. I went over every detail of the evening. The touching, the kissing, our declarations of love - everything. We cried together and hugged many times. She asked me if Greg and I had done anything more than kiss. I swore we hadn't. She went into a long speech about how careful I would have to be with Greg, and he with me. I assured her I knew how serious it was. Mom then started a long discussion about sex. I was so embarrassed! We had never had a "birds and bees" talk, but she had given me the beefcake magazine. Now, she went into great detail about sex acts and how it was different for two men rather than two women. I wanted to disappear into the floor! But after a little bit I got over it. I admitted that I wanted to be able to please Greg as a real girlfriend would. Mom told me about oral sex and how to do it correctly. I couldn't believe I was hearing my mom talk about it! She told me that Greg would have to be careful not to hurt me if he wanted to have intercourse. She said that I would have to be in control the first few times, to set the pace or stop if I needed to. She scared me a little bit. Lastly, mom told me that I would have to tell Greg all about Tabitha. That prospect scared me even more than the sex part. I wasn't sure if it was a good idea. She insisted that it was. The only way I would know if Greg really loved me or not, she said, was to be totally honest with him. There might be a chance that he wanted to be with me strictly as a guy with a guy. I doubted it, but I saw her logic. I agreed to reveal my secret to Greg the next time he came over. I asked her if she would tell him about me before I appeared. Mom agreed. We were both exhausted by that time, so we hugged and went to bed. Chapter 5 Greg has described very well what happened the next day. I remember every minute of it. Mom told him all about me, then I joined them and cried like a baby when mom described my accident and all of the bad things that followed. Greg was so sweet and supportive. It was a dream come true. I was his girl and he loved me just as much as a girl as he loved Tim. I really wanted to give him a reward he would never forget. I couldn't wait for the two of us to move upstairs. When the conversation ended, I took Greg to Tabby's room. I could feel his eyes on my ass. In my room, Greg kissed like a movie star. He pulled me against him and I felt his big, hard dick. I ran my leg over his. In no time I had his monster free of his shorts and my gloved hands were all over it. He came right away. There was more semen than I had ever seen. My little squirts were nothing, compared to his. Then he held me on his lap and we kissed some more. When Greg gave me oral sex for the first time, he was so sweet and so good at it! I really didn't want to make him do anything he didn't want to do, but I was so happy that he had no problem eating me. I came pretty quickly. I felt every inch of my clothing when I did. My little feet rubbed against his back and sides and my gloved hands held his head. There was no boy in me at all then, or at any time when Greg was pleasing me. I was a girl enjoying the best sensations a girl can have. My perfect, manly lover was going out of his way to take me to the stars and back. Loving him as much as I did was just icing on the cake. My first blow job - the first I ever gave - was a dream come true. Greg is so big! My little hands looked so cute when they were stroking his cock. I loved sucking on it and licking every bit of it. I liked licking his balls, too. I wanted to be better than any girl he had ever been with. I think I was. I did everything I could think of give him the most pleasure. He warned me when he was about come. Silly boy! I wanted every drop. He delivered another bucket load into my mouth. I really enjoyed letting it drain over his cock, then licking it up slowly. I know he enjoyed it, too! After another blow job from Greg, we both fell asleep. I wanted to taste my own come, so I had Greg save it and share it with me. It was different than his, but still good. I know some people don't like it, but I found I enjoyed tasting and swallowing it. It really made me feel girly to do it. I imagined the hundreds of blow jobs I would give Greg in the future, if not more. We curled up together and slept like two peas in a pod. Chapter 6 Greg tells the story so much better than I do, so I will just skim over the evening. I was so happy to cook for the three of us that night. Greg ate a whole lot and I know he liked it. Mom liked it too. I was very happy to see that they were bonding. I was concerned that she might be disgusted with both of us, but she was happy. I could tell. It just made me so much happier to see it. I honestly forgot I was a boy. I wasn't, really. I still had my little pee pee, but every other bit of me was a woman. I was totally devoted to making my man happy, and I was completely happy with him. He was so good looking and strong, and he was a gentleman with me and my mom. I hoped that daddy would like Greg as much as we did. Mom told me to dress up, so I put on my French maid's outfit. I loved it! Nothing else made me feel more pretty and sexy. I did it partly to get back at mom, but mainly to make Greg hard again. I know I did. After mom left, I watched TV with Greg for a while, and then he carried me to my room! How romantic was that? I felt like a little doll in his arms. He was my knight, come to life. I wish I had a picture of me in his arms. Everything we did for the rest of that evening was magical. The sex, the bath, the sex in the bath. The cuddling, kissing and the night we spent in each others arms. I loved putting my head on his chest and falling asleep there, especially when he stroked my hair. I felt so secure with him. I knew he would protect me from anything and everything. We would share everything and build a life together. Best of all, I sensed that he needed me. He didn't wait to see me again after our first date - he needed to be back with me. I loved that. Greg was all mine! I was so happy to bring him breakfast in bed the following morning. It seemed like such a womanly thing to do for my man. I wanted to give him a blow job for dessert, but he turned the tables on me! The sensation of his tongue on my ass was beyond words. Then the feel of his big cock back there was more than I could take. I honestly thought he was going to put it in me. I don't know if I would have objected. When he did use the vibrator on me I almost died. Not from pain, either. It felt delicious. And then...the real thing! Feeling Greg's cock inside me for the first time was yet another dream come true. It hurt like hell at first and I wasn't sure I wanted to continue. Something in me overcame the pain, though, and before long it felt good. The pain was gone and the best pleasure I'd ever felt took it's place. It just got better after that. I was off on another planet. I remember seeing his face and hearing his grunts, but I was lost in my own sensations. I was talking, but it was gibberish. I imagined myself as a princess on her wedding night. Again, I felt every stitch of my clothes - what little I had on me. When Greg came, I didn't want it to end. I wanted him to fill me completely with his hot come. We were both soaking and panting and off in our own little worlds. We fell asleep again. Reality hit us when we awoke. Greg had to leave and I would have given everything for him to stay. I nearly cried from my desire for him. Even if we just sat there and held each other all day long, it would have been enough. I wanted to bathe him and feed him again and even dress him in his own clothes. I wanted to comb his hair and tie his shoes. When he left the house I wanted to run across the yard and give him one more big kiss. It was so frustrating that I couldn't! Mom held me when I needed to cry. She didn't ask me about what we had done. She just rocked me on the sofa and told me that I would see Greg again soon enough. I swore to her that I was going to spend my life with my man. Chapter 7 It was hard to return to school and try to act normal after that weekend was over. I didn't see Greg very much during the day, but we did have Spanish class together. I knew that my little foot-swinging move turned him on, so I did it for him a few times. It was hard not to laugh. I saw Pam talking to Greg and I felt a big rush of jealousy. I could do or say nothing about it! I knew she liked him, but I didn't want her making a move on my man. She showed up at swim practice and asked me all kinds of questions about Greg. I decided I would just tell as much of the truth as I could. He was nice, he thought she was a nice girl and, as far as I knew, he wasn't seeing any of the girls at school. Well, any of the genetic girls, anyway! I didn't want to encourage Pam too much, but what could I do? Maybe she would provide some cover for me and Greg, as long as they didn't kiss or hold hands or even THINK about sex! I would have to kill her if that happened! I admit to teasing Greg on the way to my house. I couldn't help it. He got his revenge when he carried me, caveman style, to my boy bedroom. What happened next was unbelievable, but in the best way possible. He fucked me as a boy. I wanted to be dressed in something feminine, but he just wanted me naked. Not that I didn't enjoy it! I was kind of happy that he didn't mind seeing me like that. I knew he loved me for myself. I think that if I had kept Tabby a secret we still would have had incredible sex. It was just so much better when I could be his girl. I wasn't happy about Greg seeing Pam that night, but I relieved him one more time to take the edge off of him. I didn't want him going out horny! I know that he was horny pretty much all the time, but I wanted him to be thinking of me when he was! I refused to let him know it, but I was worried that he might actually get to like Pam too much. She was a very sweet girl, and attractive. I wanted her to be a friend to both of us, but just a friend. I spent the evening thinking about this new complication. I didn't say anything to mom, but I figured that at some point I would need to ask her help in dealing with a real girl. Chapter 8 Daddy was so sweet and understanding when he and Greg met the next day. I knew daddy would want me to be happy, but I wasn't totally sure he would approve of my relationship with Greg. It turned out that he did. He really thought of me as his daughter, but he had more flexibility with me than he would have had with a real girl. It was so nice of him to let Greg and me use the house. I know that I have the two best parents on earth! You may find it hard to believe that they would let me have sex under their roof while they were at home, but it's true. I think they just wanted me to have some real happiness after all of the hard times I had been through. It helped that Greg was such a good man, and that we were so close in age. I'm sure mom and dad would never have let an older guy set foot in the house, let alone in my room. I got to wear my finest things for Greg again at dinner, and he got to do some more bonding with my folks. It was just like a real boy-girl relationship. I was happy to see my two men eat and enjoy my cooking. Upstairs again, Greg was so cute when he picked out what he wanted me to wear. I hoped he would choose a dress, but it was his choice. I can still feel him hold me as we stood. My heels lifted my butt right up against his crotch and he stroked me expertly. I was surprised when he came all over me just by my touch, but it was a good surprise! The we did a sixty- nine. That was indescribable. He had all of my "equipment" in his mouth and he was so good at getting me off. I loved it. I shared his come with him as we kissed. We swapped it back and forth a few times. He was so good to me!' Once again, I was nearly heartbroken to see him go. We really needed to figure out a way to spend more nights together. He was old enough to do pretty much as he pleased, and I knew that my mom and dad would have no problem with him staying at our place. But - always the "but" - it would be hard to explain. Word might get around that he was living with us, or his parents might question why he wanted to stay with me so often. I'd just have to be satisfied with evenings and weekends, for the time being. Well, I think I have reached the point where Greg left you, last time. I'll let him pick up the story in the next installment. Thank you for reading my version of things. It makes me so happy to tell you all of the details as I remember them. Greg has been everything I could have hoped for, and more. I'd seriously kill for him! I know that we are going to be lovers, best friends and happy companions for many years to come.