Alison's dream. Part 11. Dating a boy?  

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7/7/2005 3:08 am

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Alison's dream. Part 11. Dating a boy?

We got home in time for me to change into my jeans before my dad got back from work. I put my new clothes away in the wardrobe next to the rest of the things ‒ but for once in my life I didn’t have to hide the pretty tops and skirts.
There was lots of room now in my draws as mum had thrown away the few pairs of pants that I had worn as James ‒ well except one pair which she told me to keep for an emergency.
“You never know,” she said at the time “you may have to go to the doctors or something and then you will need to be a boy again for an hour or so.”
Boy again. The thought struck horror in my mind. I didn’t ever want to go back to being a boy, but maybe mum was right. Mums usually are.
The prospect of dating a boy kept rolling over and over in my mind as I lay in bed in my purple baby doll nightdress and short silky panties. Apart from anything it would be impossible, I thought.
Kissing a boy would be bad enough. I didn’t even know if I could face that. And then a boy cuddling me, being close to me, holding me and… what if a boy lifted my skirt and put his hand up my skirt and even, worse still, tried to pull my panties down. That would be so embarrassing.
The pills were not yet having a big impact, although I could feel a little tenderness in my breasts and my manhood seemed to be shrinking in size. It certainly didn’t get excited very much these days ‒ not like it used to get as a young man would expect.


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