The Babysitter's Secret

"You're an amazing person," I told her with sincerity. "I can't imagine the kind of courage it took to change your life like that."

"I knew I'd die if I tried to pretend I was a boy at heart any longer," she said, sniffling away the last of her earlier crying. "This was who I was meant to be."

"I hope you don't mind me saying this," I said, "but I never would have suspected you were anything but a gen- . . . what was the word?"

"Genetic girl."

"Right. I never would have suspected you were anything but a genetic girl in a million years. You honestly look like any other girl. No, not just any other girl. You're even more beautiful and more sexy than most girls who were born that way."

"Thanks, that's really sweet," she said as she turned her face up towards mine. Her whole face seemed lit up by the compliment. "I think you're really sexy, too."

"Jenny . . ."

"I know you're married and you have kids and stuff, but sometimes I wish you didn't so that you and I could be together." I was speechless and unable to respond. "Do you ever think about me that way? I mean, what it would be like to be with me?"

"Yes," I finally admitted. "I do sometimes."

Jenny closed her eyes and lifted her face closer to mine. I knew I should push her away, tell her no, take her home and forget all of this had ever happened. But feeling this nubile teenager so close to me, knowing how badly she wanted me, I was powerless to do anything except close my eyes and lower my face to meet hers. Our lips met in a tender kiss.

Jenny pulled her face away from mine and her eyes flitted open. I smiled at her and she blushed. Then she reached a hand towards my face and gently stroked my cheek. Her hand descended down my chest and torso until there was no question in my mind about where it was going to end up. Her hand came to rest right on the bulging mass inside my pants, already rock hard from the feel of Jenny's body and the kiss we had shared.