50 inch ka ho gaya thaOr mujhe mummy ki halat dekh k hansi aa rahi thi mummy ne kisi tarah meri malish ki fir kaha raja babu ab sahan nahi ho raha kya...mai ho aaun toilet unhe susu k sath letrin b lagi thi mujhe b taras aa gaya or maine kaha thik h chalo chale maine bathroom me chala gaya mummy k sath mummy ne gate me ghuste hi petikot ka nara khol diya or seat pe baithne lagi maine kaha ki jo karna h khade khade karo mummy latrin seat k upar khadi thi or unki chut se ek safed dhar nikal k niche. His hand came to a stop under a rather generous leftbreast, which tingled as he gave it a tentative squeeze.He got up, removed his tee shirt and approached the mirror once more.When he saw his reflection he was shocked but almost felt a sense ofrelief. At least he liked like a proper person again rather than astrange male/female hybrid. However, the person he looked like now wasdefinitely female.His blonde hair ran down to his shoulders with little wisps brushingagainst his face. There was. One was a soft, high voice, and it said something I could notunderstand. Then the other voice, which was deeper and louder,responded by saying my word.The soft-voiced one did not like the word. I heard it crying. I don'twant it to cry, because the voice reminded me of something happy.*****I am learning more words. Or maybe I am remembering them.I know, for example, that I am in a "room"It has "walls" and a "floor" and a "ceiling" and a "door"I want to remember my new words. I wonder how I. I watched his dark form walk back to the shop unlock the door, look in my truck direction and left the door open. Shit I have to get fluids. Quickly I climbed out and and walked inside.‘Hey I need to get the fluids,’ I called out to him. That dirty smile played around his mouth, ‘really? What else do you need?’ ‘Washer, oil and coolant.’ ‘Don’t have oil.’ He moved to the 50 gallon barrels holding the washer fluids and started to pump it. ‘Did you run out?’‘On this one but the other one is.