Most folk tookit in their stride, but there were a few, who wanted to be censorious,but weren't sure whether to take umbrage because of two women livi...gopenly together or because one of them used to be a man. It was all tooconfusing and, in the way of most gossip once the facts are known, withina month had died the death.As they were our new neighbours Mary and I saw a lot of Rosemary andSandra; shortly after we had invited them to dinner, they had us back forSunday lunch and it soon became a. Melissa went into the kitchen and after a while she came back with some nice pancakes. We ate and after that Melissa had to clean up the kitchen and of course the bedroom. Until late in the evening I once again taught her important things of being a woman, she had to train walking in high heels, sitting with short skirts and so on. At about 9pm I changed my outfit. I wore a black long gown with a plunging neckline, a black collar, a black push-up, a really tiny g-string, matching black stay-up. I experienced everything she did. I *was* her, in every way. I felt her physical sensations. I felt her emotions, her thoughts. I fully became her! Unbelievable! Just to be sure it wasn't a fluke, I tried it again. Same result. I became her. I let myself live a day of her life as a girl. And when I returned, only a few minutes had elapsed on the clock. This was wild! My mind raced. I looked on the shelves for a better book to experience. But there was something strange: all of her books were. She was genuinely pretty underneath all that black eyeliner and slut red lipstick. She had wide green eyes and a small elegant nose. Pale skin and full lips with high cheekbones. She had a graceful long neck and those beautiful full breasts peeked over the top of her dress. I wanted to have her beneath me squirming in pleasure. I could feel my cock hardening at the thought. She looked at me closely.“How old are you?”“57.”“Have any kids?”“Yes. A son and a daughter, but they are grown and out of.