I was walking quietly toward what I assumed should be their kitchen window when I stopped dead in my tracks. My curiosity and my deeply seated voyeuri...tic tendencies drew me closer to the source of the noises I could faintly make out.Cocking my ear and listening attentively, there was no doubt as to the nature of the noise I was picking up. My heart began to beat faster as I moved closer to the window, and when I moved my face closer as peeped through the gap in the curtains, a rush of. My upper body is a mixed bag. I have always carried some fat on my chest, even when I have a 6 pack. My shoulders are narrow. I dream of having large breasts. I always marvel at women with massive, natural breasts. Wishing I could have them too. What a joy it would be to feel them jiggle with each step.If I could wake up in the morning with a large pair of breasts, that would be sheer bliss.As for the penis, for years I have plotted and planned its removal, its disection and transformation into. We were greatly disappointed."Doesn't do any good to say anything," Ed consoled us philosophically after seeing the looks on our faces. "They're doing women things, and we're forgotten for now."After dinner, which was "come as you are" for a change, our Mothers took everyone to the music room. The women arranged themselves to sing, and we guys lined up along the wall to listen. Dad had a chair, but the rest of us just stood.Our Mothers were on their harps and struck the first note. All of the. .ye. Yes." She knew. She knew what was coming. She prayed the shop owner would never notice the shine of cream she could feel on her cunt and so pressed her legs tighter together."I will make it red. Ask me. Ask me to dress you perfectly." Please...please make my bottom red. Make me...dress me perfectly."The first strike was hard and she jolted forward and tried to stand but the woman's other hand on her back prevented it."Stay very still. Stay in place." She reached a hand to the closest rail.