A sensation utterly alien, and yet strangely strangely arousing.“Non, non,” I said in a lifting, Soprano voice.There was something around my neck....A frilly lace choker. I could not see it, but I didn’t have to. My body was wrapped in a soft, clinging dress of black fabric and white lace, whose low cut bodice plunged low on my chest. The hem ended well shy of my knees, leaving my legs bare save for a pair of silken stockings that ended at the bottom of my thighs.I knew this outfit, I had seen it. .. girls, as it turned out.In retrospect, my interest in things sexual dated back to age five or so. I didn't know that it was sexual. I didn't know what sex was. What I did know was that I was interested in girls. Or more correctly, I was interested in girls' bodies. I knew it was forbidden and that made it all the more sexy. By age nine or ten I certainly knew about sex. By age twelve my interests and desires had progressed that, in recognition of my late physical development, I was alarmed. Danielle does so in the changing room and hands her clothes to you after she’s done. She lays down on a bed and nurses move the bed towards the operation room. “You’re lucky to have her,” Dr Meyer says. “And she’s lucky to have you.” You smile at him as you realise what exactly is going on and you get a little nervous again. What if it’s not what the doctors think it is? What if they won’t find out how to solve Danielle’s health problems? “I’ve seen her quite a lot, obviously because of her. I sipped the champagne, and felt the giddiness of its effects, my dirty reminiscences of daddies wanking and mothers fucking, and my own ventures into the adult world of sex, made my nipples harden, drawing my attention to them, and I looked down to see them exposed, as my gown was open and the boy was staring.I looked to his crotch to see if he was still hanging or stirring, now his dark features could see my lily white flesh and hard dark nipples, slowly graduating through the womanly hues of.