Shreya-What! You were sneaking up on me. You pervert don’t you have porn to watch why to sneak up on me.Me-When you have such a hot aunt in the hous... what’s the need to watch porn? (grabbing her boobs)Shreya-Ahh (with ecstasy). Listen. We shouldn’t be doing this.Me-Your mind says no but your body says something else, my sweetheart.Shreya- Don’t call me sweetheart. I’m your aunt and stop touching my boobs. You’re making…Me-Horny right? Just give up the struggle and let me fuck. "Hey Jamie," Dan says uneasily. "I... Don't think it's a good idea." Everyone downstairs is worried sick," I explain. "We just want to makesure she's okay..." Well, she clearly isn't," Dan says flatly. "I know you care, but rightnow, we need to be alone." Well make sure Mary knows that when she needs us, we'll be there," Isay. "24 hours a day, 7 days a week, we'll never stop loving her andwe'll never stop supporting her." J-Jamie?" Mary asks, her voice still wobbly from crying."Mary?" I reply.. Les could see her shoulders slump. He thought, “Maybe it’s the atmosphere? Naw. She's sweating."It was the fear of public ignominy. Those two office bitches who playfully quizzed her were sure to be there tonight. She hated being teased and she might get it from those two again, or Les, or even (God forbid!), Johnny. Every bit of her liveliness vaporized as the couple approached the door.The next five minutes was hell for Johnny, pure hell for Carolyn, distressful to Mrs. Johnny and educational. She moved asoft brush to my lips, painting on the rose color carefully andtenderly. Each small stroke was a kiss. I was enraptured with theprocess and my mistress. When she finished my lips, she took alarger brush and began bringing out the glow in my cheeks.Circular motions hypnotized me. Every pore in my face was awarethat my gender was changing magically.Even my hair seemed to have feeling all the way through to theends of the curls Mistress placed there with a curling iron. Asshe formed.