There was some kind of connection there, beyond what we'd shared in the previous few days, a tether that somehow linked us. I couldn't explain it ... ...nd, to be honest, I didn't want to. I didn't want to be rational in those few minutes, her lips pressed tightly to my own, her tongue insistently finding my own.It was past the half-way point where we'd taken a snack, a bathroom break, and swapped driving duties that I allowed the real world to come crashing down on me. I'd been avoiding it as. I know she caught me starring. We talked and had lunch together. She told me she would be back later that week.About 10 days later she shows up crying with a bag of clothes. She told me she had been evicted from her home because she didn't pay the rent. She had a list a mile long of excuses. I figured she blew it on booze and QVC. I talked to her as she sobbed and she eventually fell asleep.The next morning I woke up and she had cocked a big breakfast. She was wearing the same shorts and. Her panty was not visible so she must be wearing it I thought. Good, removing panty was itself an art, which I would show her tonight.I came out of the washroom. Padma was still awake. She smiled at me. This time my manhood was at its full, almost seeming to burst out of my shorts and it was glaringly obvious. I did not care. I saw her staring at it. I lied down beside her. We were both facing each other sideways. We started chit chatting. But my mind was not working. I was just staring at her. Theresa was shocked. It was a lot to digest. She was pissed at Mary. Overthe week, Theresa accept her son was now her daughter. She always knew hewas a sweet boy, but never thought of him fem. Terri began dressing inher normal clothes (skirts, dresses, etc.). Eventually, Theresa and Terrywent clothes shopping. Theresa finally saw her daughter's body and wastaken aback and saw it was all true. Her son was not a crossdresser, butreally a woman. At one store a Terri tried on a skirt in the.