Over thelast few days Jay's eyelashes seemed to stick out, his lips fuller, hisface soft, smooth and completely devoid of a pubescent boy's normal hai...growth.Jay was a beautiful young girl, at least from the neck up.Janet walked to his side and pulled on his top."Well, it's too big on you..." She let those words hang in the air abit. "But it should be perfect on your cousin. Well, what do youthink, how to you look?"She spun him around towards the mirror and he posed shyly at first. Ina. Let us call them A and B. This story is about A.A, a 36-year-old lady from Hyderabad was in between a divorce. She was well educated, intelligent, dusky with 34-30-34 stats. One morning, A messaged she was coming to a mall next to my place and asked if I was free to accompany her. I said ok.She was feeling low due to her divorce issues and managing things alone. I had sensed it and was trying to cheer her. After an hour of shopping and having some snacks, she asked if I had any plans. I replied. She avoids this easily, steps in and punches him square in the stomach, winding him. Ok, lesson learnt, he thinks to himself, trying not to show any expression. She giggles and dances backwards, taunting with her gloves. She moves in again, dropping her right hand and hitting him in the chest with the left. He counters with a more accurate shot than his first, landing it on the side of her head, forcing her off balance so she steps away. 'That's better' - still sounding confident. The two. My mom murmured about not having a daughter atall. My mom joking laugh and offered, 'maybe I can get Alan to becomeinterested in wearing Sarah's cute outfits. Well', countered Mrs Johnson,'one of Sarah's boxes was opened. Maybe Alan has a head start'. Bothladies laughed at the thought.My mom finally acknowledged my presence in the kitchen and said, "Alandear, why don't you help me with this cake. OK. Sure mom, whatever yousay' - as I was now trying to avoid the subject of 'my panties'. .