But I listened attentively as she pulled out the piece of cardboard thatyou always get in a pack of tights or stockings, and rolled my first pairof ti...hts up into a ball. She told me to roll them up my legs with mythumb on the inside and to think in terms of how I would roll them up mylegs if I was wearing fingernail extensions because I would be wearingfingernail extensions soon.I quickly mastered how to roll up my tights and was surprised at how muchwarmer I felt with this flimsy garment. Yeah, I did it saving these poor girls from that gigantic asshole football player fuckwad that wanted to have his way with them at the bus stop. And though I was happy that my actions distracted that shithead enough to leave the girls alone, I wasn't happy that I lost some teeth and probably suffered concussion in getting pummeled.All that aside, I had trouble looking my harem, of sorts, in the eye as I sat across from them. On the left was Jamie, a blonde who was cute in a childish kind of. I called for her to come in and shut the door behind her. It took every ounce of will power not to oogle. Sara's 36-c tits were straining against her blouse and her pants were so tight they were like a second skin. They molded her beautiful ass perfectly. I asked Sara if she knew why she was here and she said she did. But she only wanted to know what she had to do so she could go home. It was "lame" being kept this long after school. I stood up and took Sara by the hand and led her over to my. He is the surgeon who is responsible for developing the currently used surgery for sex reassignment. My mother, Dr Loretta Moore, M.D. is an anesthesiologist. I have just asked if they would be willing to do your surgery for you. I can assure them that you have lived as a woman for several years. In fact, I didn’t know of the need for this work until earlier this evening.’ Amber started sobbing and hugged my dad. The next half hour or so was an emotional roller coaster. At one time, or.