Her legs were long and shapely, her ass cheeks tight and shapely, her stomach almost flat, and her breasts my god, her breasts so beautiful, high and ...irm. Not overly large, but topped with the most exquisite nipples, that seemed to stand out a mile, especially when she lifted her hands behind her head and stretched and arched. Then she was bending forward, swaying slightly from side to side, lifting first to the left and then to the right, giving me a perfect look at her left breast as she. The tank was full. I knew it hadn't been, but how it got full was something I just didn't want to know; I concentrated on being glad it was.I wondered about Jack and Francis then. I'd been gone for more than a week and they weren't standing at the fence chastising me for not feeding them. Maybe they'd given up too. I went into the feed room to put out some hay and oats and got another surprise. I knew I'd had about twenty five bales of coastal for them and maybe two sacks of whole oats and a. I had never dressed up in secret or anything likethat, but after a few months of being a girl full time, every day, inevery situation, I had come to be very comfortable in the role of a girl.Yet, while I knew that I was still a boy, I could no longer see myself asone! I even doubted that I could act like one by the time we flew toHawaii! I lay in bed that night trying to find a way, any way, that Icould quit being a girl, but the plain fact was that I liked being agirl, so I simply gave up. I must admit it was quite cool, covered in the sheen of sexy, slippery black satin. The lighting was dimmed, candles were lit all around, romantic-type music played softly, exotic incense was burning and, the pièce de résistance, a ceiling mirror as large as the two beds. The air temperature was set for a comfy 75° so no covers would be needed. Cassidy and I had been busy. Let there be love!Everyone did their own thing as far as clothing was concerned. Most guys just got naked in a heartbeat..