4For the next few weeks Isabelle continued with her strange mood and I moped. She made arrangements for Greg to bring her home from school and lots of...times they would come back to the house to study, or he'd stay for dinner. I avoided them as much as possible by hanging out after school. I even got a part time job even though I had a full academic scholarship.I thought that in time, maybe my desire for her would lessen. I thought that the images of her masturbating would lessen, and that I. “Yes, really?”“Did you tell anyone?”“Uncle Randy. I told him everything when we were k**s.”“How did he take it?”“Like a champ. He said it was our secret.”“He didn’t feel like you did,” Coree wanted to know.Rochelle replied, “No, sweetie. He didn’t.”“Um..When did you...You know start looking like this?”“You mean when did I transition to being a woman?”“Yes, ma’am.”“I began living as a woman when I was 24. During the summer after my second year of medical school.”“Was it hard?”“Sometimes yes. But. What a way to start the day.”We got out of bed and took a shower together before I dressed in the new jeans, blouse, and bra we bought last night at the store along with a lacy thong from her dresser and breast forms. Then, she sat me down in front of the vanity and showed me how to make up my face with the new cosmetics we purchased. Finally, she finished with another wig from her closet while saying, “You should let your hair grow out. It’s a lot better than wearing a wig, you know.”After. Larger cocks were never comfortable for her, and smaller ones left her wanting more, but this sensation of empathy, of being a nexus of sexual energy, of being the mode of satisfaction for a whole crowd, it was an ecstasy most people couldn't dream of. The circle of cocks closed in, and she got prodded on every side of her face. The cock she was sucking fit easily into her mouth, and she enthusiastically pumped it with her tongue, squeezing with her lips, shaking her head side to side as she.