"But which is more important?" Ophelia asks."...One of them," I sigh. "I'm sure I'll figure out which oneeventually." Another question that might help...is: what was the most importantaspect of your transition?" Ophelia asks, making me pause. It's aquestion I've been asked many times before by my counsellor, and oneI've thought about a lot in the past. Am I more concerned about how Ilook, or how I feel? Am I more concerned about how I come across tostrangers, or to people I know, or even to. It would have been nice to have someone to talk to, even Jonathan. She sighs, strips off her clothes, the same ones she wore last night, then steps into the shower.The hot water pours down her face and water, washing away the dirt and grime but not much else. A hand runs over her breasts, down her belly and over the heavy organ hanging lifelessly between her legs. Things have been crazy since that night she put on the strap-on, from the visions and experiences to everything she has learned and. Dinner karne ke baad vo aur mai mere ghar ja rahe te. Vo baar baar mere boobs dekh raha ta. Mai Chirag ke sath sex karna chahti ti. Mann toh kar rha ta ki vo muje apni car me hi sari raat chodta rahe par mai bilkul bi show nahi karna chahti ti isiliye idhar udhar ki baatien kar rhi ti. Uss waqt Chirag ke dimag me bhi zarur kuch naughty thoughts chal rahe honge. Usne apni car ke music system me ek romantic song play kar dia. Mai ye sab ignore karne ki poori koshish kar rhi ti kyuki Chirag mera. My eyes flew open and I gasped, backing up. What the hell? His hands dropped away and he stood still, watching me, then laughed and shook his head. “You’re too much, Jace. Get goin' or you’ll be late.”I slowly made my way back to my room, my lips burned where he’d kissed them. The sound of his door slamming made me jump, I turned and stared at it. Did that really just happen? What was wrong with him? What was wrong with me? My phone vibrated—it was McKinsey, wanting to know if I was still.