I enquired about the pain and she told me that her legs were paining a lot and she had a little pain in her chest too.I asked her where exactly was th... pain to which she placed her hand on the right side of her chest. All of a sudden, I placed my hands on her hand and pressed her chest and asked, “Is it here?” She nodded yes and told me that her thighs are also paining a lot.Then I changed my position and shifted towards her legs from her face side and placed my hand on her thighs. She was a. With each inch that my back rose, a powerful pull of gravitystarted to be felt on my chest. When I had been raised to a upright,sitting position, my new breasts called out strongly for support. I couldfeel the weight trying to pull itself from my chest. But the powerfulsurgical glue did it's job. Mary Lou instructed me to take each breastinto my own hands and hold them at attention where a bra would normallycontrol them. I had my hands under each breast and I held them proudly. Icouldn't resist. "She had a very good point, and the dread spreading across my face at the idea got a chuckle from her."What's with the red face?"I didn't know how to explain. The thought of me and her rolling around in my bed, while a roommate I hadn't met yet watched, just didn't appeal to me. Then again, there was the concern over my recent change. "I think you're right about the need for privacy if..."She smiled a bit, her eyes reading me. "If what? If we end up getting each other hot, but other people are. I was railroaded into it. Theywouldn't listen to my side of the story. They said that I kidnapped andmolested eight young girls, all under the age of twelve; two which arepermanently institutionalized. But it wasn't my fault.All I did was to try to give them rides in my van but they did notappreciate it. They were all sluts anyway, flaunting themselves, wearingall those sexy clothes and short tight skirts and dresses. They deservedwhat happened to them.The trial was in all the papers so I was.