" You're giving Ben handjobs? Oh, how I wish it was me," I blurted."Well, I'm doing it, he's my brother, you can do Tucker. I'll bet he'd love it." I'... like your brother better, but, well, what's this edging, give me the details? How did this start?" Well, I came home and walked down the hall and there he was on his bed with his dick in his hand getting off. Boy, did he scramble. But I told him I wanted to watch him do it and he said he would let me, then he pulled the covers back off and,. I wasn't doing that at work because I'd feared it'd stop me getting a job, but I thought it was a better idea with the cops. The accent was going to fade quickly, so it'd soon cease to be an issue.I was passed off to someone. I gave him the card of the cops in LA, the paper I'd written with my contact details on it. I'd used block letters rather than handwriting to avoid the risk of a handwriting analysis concluding I was an imposter, and I was grasping the paper on top of NP-fingers so I. I knew that helping ‘friends’ will help me. On my first birthday after I matured, I got an opportunity to help my ‘friend’ by name ‘pink lips’. The formal cake was cut and I blew the candles to the cheers of class mates and parents wishing me very happy birthday. I too ate cake and other sweets. Then my friend ‘pink lips’ was complaining that I ate all even licked the lips and nothing was left to ‘her’. I asked her mentally as to what she actually needed? The answer was shocking as she directed. "Oh, don't worry, dear," she said. "I guarantee it won't hurt - quite the opposite, in fact. It will feel like coming home. You'll be comfortable in this body, I promise you, more comfortable than you can now be in any other, because this is where you're meant to be, the only one that truly fits you anymore. I won't lie to you, becoming an old woman is going to be a shock at first and hard for you to get to grips with. The good news is that eventually it will come to seem totally normal and.