"There are some groceries in the back seat," my mother said as shestood up. "Why don't you change clothes and bring them in. We'll talkmore later."My ...other went into her bedroom and closed the door. I changed clothesin my room and threw the hose into the clothes hamper in the bathroom.After I put the groceries away I returned to the couch. My mother wasin her room for a long time. I thought I heard her talking so I assumedshe was on the phone. We went out for pizza after she came out. Walking down the hall, my high heels clicking noisily, I'm happy with how I've turned out. The sound of my heels emphasizes my satisfaction even though I've heard the same sounds many times before. Then I was just cross-dressing and in disguise whereas now they're for real, real shoes for a real girl... hot damn!It's still hard to believe... me, a girl, with a baby maker in my tummy. And there is the bounce and jiggle of real boobs on my chest instead of the stick-on fakes I used to wear, this. Pretty soon I was slowly moving my hand up and down, but smoothly…Victor did not seem to have a problem although he had seen me be flirtatious and even cuddly with other guys before. Feeling secure I started edging my hand closer to Jamie's crotch.When I finally grazed the edge of his bulge he jumped a little, but barely enough to notice. With the next stroke of my hand I moved it over his growing tent. I could feel that he was only semi hard…I continued this motion of running my hand on. Would shesuck it? Stick it in her panties? You could never know, in this changedworld! But mom just washed the carrot in the sink. She didn't even peelit before she bit off a large chunk and munched it. I had never beenthat glad about seeing someone eat a carrot!I forced myself to not act too jerkily and spread another slice of toastwith peanut butter."Yeah, okay, I know about his health. So he's okay today?" I said,rephrasing my earlier question."He's a very gentle man, Jamey." Mom continued.