There was a knock at the door. I opened the door and stood to one side as she entered, letting her walk past me so I could take a good long look at he... body from top to bottom. I smiled but said nothing and closed the door.I reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her round and pulled her tight. She took in a deep breath, smelling my fresh still wet torso and run her hands over my chest. My cock stiffened under towel and pressed against her stomach causing her to moan. I cupped her face and. " After the fourth pot of coffee, neither one could face another cup of coffee, so they fell to talking about what to do after the baby came. If one listened carefully to the conversation, it seemed apparent that Beau was not going anywhere, short of necessity. Both men had grand plans of how to raise the child, no matter whether it was a boy or a girl. Furthermore, John insisted that, if Elsie wanted it, there would be more than one child fathered by Beau.The midwife showed up in the kitchen. My hard nipples and puffy areolas were plainly visible in the skimpy top, and my DD breasts were bulging out all over. The bottom was also tight, and it was easy to see my very prominent camel toe.I quickly photoshopped the picture to blur my face, and sent it to him with the following response, “Thanks for your quick reply, Dave, I’m looking forward to getting to know you. I really like your photo. You look very fit and younger than a middle-aged man. I have attached a recent photo of myself. But what if..." I struggled to find the words as the idea finally came into focus for me. "What if you went back on a gender 'op and could still remember who you were?" "Ah! I see. So you're saying that she somehow knows she's female even though her current lifeline is male?" "I think it happens both ways, but yes." He thought about it for a second, the idea sinking in. "That would be pretty horrible." I nodded. "I think that's what she meant." "Hmmm?" "Nothing, just something she said before.