He guessed that maybe whatever caused him to be female could not adjust his height.His attention was drawn to his new chest. First, he looked at the r...flection in the mirror, and then looked down at them first hand. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and then discarded it. Cautiously, he moved his hands up to his new bust. He cupped them, feeling their weight. He had never felt breasts as large or as heavy as these.He then squeezed them slightly. He even pulled at them as if they were false. ‘Oh Jack.’ I found her clit and began working my tongue on her. Her legs began to shake and soon I felt a warm gush of juice all over my face. Just then she got up and turned the other way. She slid my cock into her wet slit and began bucking back and forth. ‘Oh Jack! Oh Yes! Fuck me!’ Her tits bounced all over the place as she rode me hard. After awhile she slowed way down to catch her breath. Then she rolled off to the side. She hooked her arms under her knees and spread herself gaping, wide. “Ssh.” The feeling of his hand smoothing down her back soothed away some of the frantic feeling. “Just wait.” She let her hands fall limp to the bed as he held her there suspended, impaled on his cock. The wait did something to her; the pain transformed into this erotic thing that took up residence in her core. Her hips began to move of their own volition, rocking in a desperate need to feel the pleasure that he could give her. Finally he moved. The withdrawal fired along her nerves, fresh. He was embarrassed when he awoke in the morning, but I laughed it off and told him to shower while I changed the sheets and washed them, school broke up the previous day for summer, so there was no great urgency in making him go to bed that evening, we sat out in the garden, him reading and me drinking whilst listening to music on my walkman, he waited until I got up to go for another drink, then asked me if he could have a can of beer?"Dad used to let me" he smiled "And I am fifteen nearly".