But at the time,neither of us realized that when he said I might learn something fromit, that what I might learn by dressing up as a girl might not be...xactly what either of us thought! Mom did not say anything that nightabout what she planned on, but when I went to bed, I stood in front ofthe mirror looking at myself. Naked, it was plain to see that for a 14year old boy, I had an uninspired shape. Arms that had not filled outyet, a hairless body that had not yet developed very much muscle. Luckily I had very good neighbours. Mr and Mrs Khan would call in every day to see if there was anything I needed from the shops and often brought me a meal in the evening.Now Mr and Mrs Khan had a daughter Khandi. Over the years I had seen her go from a young schoolgirl and just before my operation had been to her sixteenth birthday and realised what a beautiful girl she had grown into.She was slim with long black hair, brown eyes and had a dazzeling smile. Not for the first time I noticed how. I could hear high heels moving down the hallway behind the door. There was a rattle as the chain lock was removed and the door opened inwards. She moved back with the door and I stepped into the house, it all seeming to happen in one movement. I heard the door pushed to behind me and I slowly turned to look at her. She was clothed in a single piece frock of blue and white flowers with a white zip up the middle. Her body was lithe and her silky golden locks fell around her bare shoulders. I. We,d occasionally had threesomes involving close friends male and female so I knew my wife loved eating pussies nearly as much as sucking cocks so there wasn,t much that surprised me any more.. on holiday at the seaside a while before she,d lived out one of her pre marriage fantasies to take on a black male and experience his big cock. His cock wasn,t the giant appendage usually associated with blacks,but my wife loved it with nine inches of thick male sausage pleasuring her slit while she.