She opened her eyes and said –“Vicky I was enjoying it that’s all, so don’t get scared. You are like a baby and so I was enjoying it.”. I sa...d –“aunty I am not a baby, I am grown up, maybe I am acting like a baby by drinking milk. That’s wrong no?”. She laughed and said –“Vicky, why don’t you act like a grown up and do what I tell you ?”. I readily agreed and asked her to tell me what to do.She suggested that I sleep on top of her and then suckle like a baby. I readily agreed and once I slept. I chose little black booties with chunky four-inch heels. My makeup was equally bold.I arrived and was greeted by a pretty clerk. And as I looked across the store I saw him. Tall, well built, handsome with deep penetrating eyes. He was about forty or forty-five years old and at least six-feet-two-inches. I could barely keep my eyes off him. The moment I first saw him, all I could think of was his cock. I imagined a large, thick, beautiful cock. I started looking at the clothing,. . perhaps a mother. Oh fuck no!I swallowed. The plaintiff, Luke Kelvin of Torill and Hoy, was my boss. He had opted to completely turn me. Irrevocably. He was a vindictive man. It was a newer more refined version of the tech that allowed it... Not only physical but genetic modding. And worryingly the chromosomal change from male to female was currently irreversible. Unlike femme bimbo dolls - who in theory after a year could return to their male bodies - I wouldn't be able too. Oh god!It was. Roopa pointed to my pants, wanting me to take them off. I shook my head, disapprovingly, reminding her of the presence of our parents. She seemed pissed off with my cowardice. She pushed back her skirt, covering her lovely pussy. The hell to my parents, i reached inside my pants, and pulled out my painful erection. Roopa smiled in satisfaction, pulling up her short skirt again. The view was heavenly..Roopa reached to my feet, removing my shoes and socks. She pulled one of my legs under her.