I didn’t complain. I knew better. I drained two glasses of water after my coffee, and Risa showed me the gym that was upstairs. There was a universa... machine that seemed to be decently set up, a tread mill, and an exercise bike. The bike was a recumbent model interestingly enough though.I walk around the smaller room, nodding to myself as Risa watched me from the door way.“No one is going to complain if I use it?” I asked.“They better not,” Risa answered. I smiled at the fierceness in her. These two Heifers prefer to be by the door.You guys know each other?We were roomies last year. But Sandra got knocked up over the summer soshe's in the single mother housing now.Is this like normal? I mean having a TG in the same room as three GG's?Tiffany gasped, oh my god, you mean you're a GG?Ummm, no?So we're the first room with two and two. They all high fived.Look tiffany said the easiest way to learn to be accepted as a girl isto live with them 24/7. And if they accept you then you. Still no protest. Navigating by touch, I felt my way around Joanna’s pussy, the meaty outer lips, the hint of moist inner lips and then, at the top, my searching finger brushed the prominent, not-so-little stub of Joanna’s clit. Joanna sucked in a deep breath.“Are you okay?” I asked, gently teasing my finger around Joanna’s clit.She didn’t reply; I wasn’t sure she could. I trailed the finger back down to Joanna’s pussy lips and, without trying to penetrate her inner lips, I lubed up my. I remembered meeting the woman a couple of times, she was a tall foreigner with long black hair and it seemed by the course details that she was from that country. She had seemed somehow offhand, cold and domineering although she was an attractive woman. Dr. Shangwal was her name, I think she was mixed Asian and Middle Eastern. Mom wasn't a complete prude despite her nice, sometimes slightly Victorian manners, and I remembered us jokingly calling her Dr Shagwell!These particular essays were.