It had never been very serious.“Sumin,” I began, cautiously. “Do you want to do those things with me?” There was a long pause, then in a cauti...us voice, she said, “네.” Yes. Her confidence was mostly gone now and she very much looked like the teenager she was. A teenager that was trying very hard to be a grown woman but who didn’t really know how. “Why do you want to do that with me?” I pressed.She fidgeted a little bit and I could see her trying to sort out her answer, working out how to get. I,of course, had quit my job.It is two months after the incident that I notice some changes. Helenhad gone to have her hair cut and I stay in the house wearing a completefemale outfit, a wig and full makeup. Helen had asked me to go with herbut out of habit I refuse. However, when she is finished with me I stayin front of the mirror to look at myself. My eyebrows have a classicarch to them-no sign of masculinity whatsoever. My complexion isflawless. I am still in a daze that I let Helen. "I know...but I want in you, now." I suck one of your balls into my mouth and hum slightly. I love the sound of your pleasure. "Okay." I say as I suck your head into my mouth slowly, flicking my tongue across the tip. Because as much as I love the sound of your pleasure....I love the taste of your cum more...and I'm hungry. I move one of my hands from your thigh to under your ass for stability.I take you in about an inch, then pull back out, then down another inch, and out again. This must be. After several more stops, the already crowded bus was becoming more like a college fraternity prank as more people got on and I found myself crushed between two pretty young girls in their bikinis; one dark haired with large breasts and the other, a blond sporting a tiny orange bikini beneath a see-through cover-up. I was honed and tanned from working construction and a week's vacation in the surf. The young women, smelling sweetly of oil and girl sweat, eyed me appreciatively and murmured.