Toot para jese bhooka bacha maa kadoodh peeta haimain bhi us ka doodh peenay laga usay boht maza aarah tha kehnay lagi peeljiye sahib sara doodh munna... to peeta nahi main kafi daer tak us ka doodh piy a phirr main nay us ki shalwar main haath daal diya aor us ki phuddi ko hath say masalna laga ab woh aor bhi garam ho gayi aor us ki sansein aor bhi taze hogaien main samajh gaya kay woh ab kafi hot ho chuki hai main nay ikjhatay say us ki shalwaar utaar di us nay neechay penti nahi pehni hoi thi. It was a complete reversal from theday before, when everything felt different. What exactly had changed intwenty-four hours of crying and depression?He walked back into the kitchen, grabbed the milk, grabbed a glass, andsat down on the couch and switched on the TV. He would have to figurethings out, starting with how he was going to deal with his new femaleform, with how he was going to explain it all to his parents. He had noactual explanation, so he hoped something would happen to explain it. We can go shopping..." No chance," I said seriously, "I hate shopping. That's not going tochange." We'll see," she replied with a knowing smile.When we got to the mall we did not get directly to the salon. Instead westopped at the department store where mum bought my clothes. She wasrelieved the items were still being sold on clearance and we got arefund.She then went to the girls section and grabbed a packet of plain pantiesfor a girl my age. A stretchy strapless undershirt 'in case I. I prayed she had wiped her desk and her lips clean. “Sit down,” she told the student. I thought for sure we were caught. Her office must have reeked of sex. “I just wanted to pick up my essay,” the girl said meekly. I could sense in her voice that she sensed something unusual. “Yes, sorry it took me so long, I’ve been very busy this week,” Miss Morgan replied. I knew she was busy because of me. I smiled, watching her sit down in the chair and searched for the essay. I felt her heels poking me.