" It...it f...feels s...silky, slippery I guess," he answered as shelooked him over noticing the wispy hair on his legs. "I...I'll g...getout of this...stuff now aunt Madge, I...I'm sorry I tried on your clothes,"he gasped as he slipped the stiletto heels off and moved to a chair togather up his street clothes and tennis shoes. But Madge spoke again ashe was heading back to his room to change in private."Well, I guess that women's lingerie does feel silky and...slippery. Isthat what you like. To their surprise she agreed readily, but when Katya gingerly perched on her scooter and rode through the ministry gates that afternoon she was not on her way home. She was forbidden to spend any of her remaining nights in her own bed.“You shall sleep in the New Wharf Kennels” Leon had told her. “I presume that you know them”?She allowed herself a wry smile. The kennel business was operated by a woman called Yudif as a front for other activities or, at least, so the department had always. Several years ago my brother wasstruggling with his sexual identity, or I should say he begin going publicwith his struggles. He told me about these sites and how he wished therewere stories about being reborn as a fully functional female, as this washis dream. I told him that I would do some research and try to write some.I went to this site and similar sites to get some ideas. I discoveredsome things:Many authors do not finish their stories. This is a disappointment, as Iread a number of. . please don’t ... stop ... please ... oh don’t ... stop ... oh please, don’t stop ... oh please ... yes!”She delivered it well, then dove back into the kiss with a little shared giggle.With her on top my hands had nothing to do, so they went naturally to her tits. Yet again I was struck with just how good they were to hold and to squeeze and to twist the nipples while my palms held each mass by itself. I broke the kiss and wiggled my tongue, she understood the noises so she fed her nipples to.