"Don't worry about that. I'll mention it to Rajaji that you have chosen her to be your handmaiden. Anyway it is the birthday of four other girls also....Rajaji can deflower one of them that night, ' she said.'Okay, ' I said.'I will show her to you if you want," she volunteered.I said, "No need. I trust your choice."Ten days went by and my birthday arrived. At noon we assembled in the big hall meant for such formal ceremonies. My father flanked by my uncles sat on the podium.My mother, my step. He exhaled with a knowing smile.Moving in, to a new neighborhood without any friends to help me settle in proved to be a lonely task. My curtains were open and eager neighbors took to spying. Some men came out and made small talk while their wives anxiously looked through the curtain. Most of the men were older than 30 and although they tried to engage my smiles and sexuality, they were not what I wanted.The more men I met, the more disappointed I became. But it was a good thing. It would keep. Why would I need any heels? The flat casuals, thetrainers and the ballet flats were fine.She wanted me to get bracelets and jewellery, but I had no need of that.Why so much colour, I usually wear blue or brown. If I am going to wearthis stuff, it is going to take a while to work out what goes with what.When we got home, she suggested that I pick out an outfit and get dressedas a female. I picked the coloured tights, a flared skirt and the balletflats. Jen made me wear one of the fancy bras,. That led to a blowjob to beat all blowjobs. She was a lot better at everything sexual than her grandmother was. Samantha seemed to enjoy hearing that.Well sex and the shower eventually led to breakfast and the infamous walk across the street.In The evening after dinner most everyone on the street would sit out on their front porch and enjoy Mother Nature.I saw Samantha look out her front door, take a deep breath, and open it up. When she appeared on her front porch she was only wearing a black.