"Some women tell me they prefer it to mine or any other man's." She turned it over and stroked it, feeling the soft surface of the carefully finished ...ood. She rubbed it along her cheek and smiled."It is lovely," she said, "but..." Be gentle with yourself, lubricate it with something, spit at least, oil would be better I think, maybe butter or grease, and do not hurry. Play with yourself first, before you put it in, tickle your fancy a bit, get the juices flowing, rub it on your breasts. Be. Much in asymbolic way, seeing myself in the nude in the mirror while performingthe single, most effective action towards my puberty helped put me inclose contact with my female essence.My first week into transitioning went by with this indescribable feelingof being in direct contact with a flow of cosmic energy that gives lifeto all the women in the world. Then the first magic happened. My breastsbecame round and budded out, with my nipples feeling incrediblysensitive, almost painfully so. Even. What? I asked unsurely. Bisexual, she said firmly now. I accidentally saw my mother sleeping with another woman… and it turned me on. Neither of us spoke for a minute or two. I just was trying to keep calm and not wet my panties. A million dirty thoughts were going through my head, but I didnt want to spook Becky out of anything. She couldnt think I was a dyke could she? Well Im sure that anyone seeing something like that would… I started, cautiously trying to give her an out, but she. "Janice had spent most of the afternoon getting ready, though why she primped herself so made Grace chuckle. At thirty-one, Janice still had the figure of a twenty-year old, much to her sister's chagrin who had by now three half-grown kids to worry about, unlike her sister.She finished packing her small overnight bag, looking more like a purse where she included her wallet, along with an extra set of keys to her sister's car. But more importantly, the black satin gown that she had purchased.