Our sex improved to such a degree that Joan my partner noticed and commented on it several times.My partner Joan and I had been together for two years... and generally speaking we were very happy. She was a Theatre Nursing Sister at the local University Hospital and I ran my own thriving IT business. The subject of marriage had been on the table for some time, but neither of us had bothered to take the matter any further. Somehow, at the time I thought that we were both avoiding that final. Stop, please,” I said, almost out of breath without having exerted anything.“Okay, baby. Don’t worry. We can take it slow,” she reassured me.“Do you have anything smaller? I’ve never had anything in there, not even a finger,” I said to her, admitting how little experience I had in this particular arena.“Unfortunately, I don’t baby. And I’m not going to use my fingers tonight, my nails are too long, okay?”“Okay,” I conceded. I wasn’t disappointed. I hadn’t really planned or bargained on having. Again I nodded, pleased she understood. I’m not big on introspection, but this weighed on me. “How did you handle it?” I ask her.Becky considered this. ”I didn’t handle it. I just enjoyed it. Still do. It’s fun. I like wet sex and scat sex. You’re okay with wet sex, pissing, right?”“Yeah, I’m fine with that.”“You do it for fun, not just porn shoots?”“A few times, one guy I knew was into it big time. It was fun.”“So what’s the big deal? Least that’s how I see it. If you can‘t get your head. Smiling inside, I pulled away and told him to take mehome. I had crossed the line now, and liked it. In the morning I'mgoing to tell mom I want to have my own boobs.I don't think mom was very surprised when I told her. All she did wasmake a note to call the doctor. I went to school while mom went to openthe shop. Two days went by before I found myself facing the doctor thathad delivered me. He knew for sure I wasn't a girl, but by the look onhis face he didn't seem very sure, until I was.