It was delightful.I spun around like a high fashioned model. I walked up and down a pretendwalkway. I shook my boobs like a stripper.Now that I finall... accepted my feminization, I had no trouble withflaunting my femininity in the mirror.Again, I was no beauty queen, but I felt divinely female (even with araging hard-on trying to poke its way through my wife's skirt).Oh yes, I squeezed into one of my wife's largest skirts and lowest cutblouse. I found a wonderful set of high heels that actually. Would you like to come through? Oh by the way, please call me Charlie, everybody does.’He reached out and took the bag from my fingers and took my arm and gently led me through the door. My mouth dropped open as I took in the room. It was vast, taking up what looked like the whole of the front aspect of the building. It was obvious that several rooms had been knocked into one and the windows had been replaced with floor to ceiling glass panels. The view was breathtaking; it was dark by this. When he reached the dining room, dinner was already onthe table and he immediately saw with a sense of disappointmentthat his father was seated at the table. Then his mother came infrom the kitchen carrying a hot plate of vegetables and she lookedat him. "Maybe I did dream all this," he thought to himself. Normasmiled gently at Bobby as if nothing out of the ordinary had everhappened. It was a warm smile, but nothing unusual and it made himbegin to doubt his sanity. He thought she ought to at. Mom and dad had married at 18 and I was born the same year. Uncle Bill was about 6 ft with medium length blonde hair. He had slipped into a muscle shirt that showed his barreled chest as well as his muscular arms. He rather reminded me of a surfer type of a dude.I felt my pussy tingle as he bounced down the steps. I could see his cock moving in his jogging pants with each step he took down the stairs. He walked over to me as I sat on the sofa. I handed him his ice cream.“Thank you, Ann,” Uncle.