Neither did it change to love but it was more ofindifference. In fact my hate for him had totally subsided, but I feltthat there was no necessity to h...ve any relationship with him. I hadfully understood that he was in no way responsible for my feminizationand that apart from his taunting nature, he had nothing against me thatI should hate him. It also became clear that even his taunts werebecause of the initial sudden increase hormones and eventually he wouldbe able to control it. But still I. I blushed as his hand slid down over my hip; the dress I had chosen clung to every curve and was so sheer you could almost feel my skin through it. I had worried about wearing something so short, but needn’t have as their eyes gave me the approval I needed to know that I had chosen well.Si was the next to come over. A little shyer than the others, dark curly hair; he played guitar in a band so had a coolness that was really sexy. I saw him take in the curves of my breasts, which I was showing. I could still claim full masculinity afterward.I answered a reply from a guy that promised he was talented and would have me orgasm like a fountain. Better yet, he was close to where I worked and could easily stop by when I got out. We made a plan and I headed to his home the next day. I'll admit I was nervous about meeting a guy I'd only met online, but my libido was raging, and I decided to throw caution to the wind and finally get off with something other than my hand.It was a small house,. We touched the inside of her calves and thighs always stopping at the hem of her shorts. After a dozen times up and down her legs on the up she pulled her shorts up exposing her upper thighs. Our hands followed obediently until the material bunched at her crotch stopped them. She was breathing somewhat irregularly now.I took hold of her left hand and Ray her right. She released the material and relaxed her grip. We lifted her hands up until her arms were extended over head. Her breasts.