There was a lady just next to our hostel. She must be around 30 with two children. I used to sit outside my room and sing songs while playing guitar a...d my hostel mates used to gather around me to listen to me singing. This lady used to give me looks. I used to reciprocate. slowly the looks turned into winks and she reciprocated. This went on for some months till i got a job. we used to sometimes fetch water from their compound.Once when i was fetching water and she was giving me the smiles, i. I kissed Atrina gently on the lips, and she responded about as I had expected. I then pressed the tip of my tongue passed her lips and against her teeth. She was rather tentative in opening her mouth, but I was able to get my tongue started between her teeth. I pushed a bit more firmly, but not hard enough to make it painful for either one of us. Now she got the idea and opened enough for me to get my tongue in far enough to begin massaging her tongue.She may have had the effect described to. When I found a container full of canvas painter's tarps, all sealed in plastic wrap I took note. I might have to make my own clothing in ten years or so, God forbid I should live so long. I found a few containers full of fry-max. They had an expiration date from hell stamped on them. Should I take a chance? I decided to take a risk. I got out one of the big five-gallon jugs, half-filled a dutch oven with it and put the whole thing on a small fire to heat. I slipped in some shrimp covered in. "Yes?" I asked."I'm just enjoying the view. All this testosterone is fun, and I likewatching my old breasts bob around like that."I stood up, feeling very exposed and naked now. Being shirtless as agirl was a whole new experience. "Thanks," I said dryly.Jill put down her beer and pulled off her own shirt. I found myselfadmiring the toned muscles of my old self. Shaking it off I attributedmy admiration to estrogen and too much to drink. Jill calmly removedher jeans as well, standing it just her.