Similar to Chinni’s, Veni Aunt’s sarees and blouses were so see-through that others used to feel embarrassed to look at her. And the blouses gener...lly were low-cut-neck giving a panoramic view of her cleavage. One other difference between the mother and daughter I observed in following days was that Veni Aunty had a wide range of colorful and fancy undergarments that were naturally visible to the naked eye under the thin film of her saree and blouse fabric. I can’t imagine her boldness to move. His ears sported baby blue earrings and his nose was pierced witha blue jewel. Bella?s elbows were locked together behind his back andhis mittens were secured to a belt in his sissy dress holding hisforearms parallel to the ground.As Bella minced in, it was clear he was a broken sissy just like Carlaand me. It was clear that he obeyed all instructions but the hesitationI noticed as he minced in and saw us meant that there was still a littlebit of him left in there. Instantly he turned a bright. I was deep in thought as I walked up the path to the front door, what would I say? The door opened and I was confronted by an apparition. She was about my age, but who can tell these days, blonde, probably not natural but again, who can tell, wearing a filmy housecoat, if you could call it that, over a filmy nightdress, if you could call it that, that left nothing to the imagination. I swallowed hard. ‘I’m Peter Swain, Rebecca’s father and I think that we have something that we need to. At first it seemed easy. I pushed a little more, suddenly reaching the point where the muscle screamed NO. It hurt. It seemed that less than a quarter of the thing was inside me. I lay there, tried hard to relax, then pushed a little further. Again it hurt, but I held still. I continued in easy stages. The worst pain came as I reached the widest part, and I honestly thought the muscle would tear. I remembered the pain of childbirth, but then there were people standing by with drugs and all.