His one hand holding and pressing my ass. Making me go crazy with his fine skills.Between all the assault in one swift movement, he got my top off. Hi... eyes all stuck on my boobs as I had worn his favorite black color bra. He pulled the bra strap over my shoulders and started kissing my neck, shoulders, sending current down there.. Fuck, I was moaning with pleasure and he was enjoying the assault.He removed my bra and his lips were on one of my nipple and other he was pressing and teasing with. He had thought of his body changing, changing from boy to man.A part of him had sought to become a man, he craved the power a grown man had. Yet another part of him had sought to remain a c***d.He had lazily opened his eyes and cast a glance down at the golden tan of his tummy. It was a part of him that was still soft - and feminine. He liked that, to be the female he wished to possess.His gaze had slid further down to his strong legs, masculine limbs now hairy and he had felt reassured by the. As they moved me, the unbearable pain in my leg returned. I heard someone say, she’s out. Splint and wrap her leg. I was barely conscious. Then it came to me, My BABY! I tried to ask if my baby was ok? No one answered. They poked my arm and the pain subsided then nothing.I awoke if you want to call it that, one eye was open. The other was covered by a bandage around my head. I could see my left leg and foot were heavily bandaged and resting on a pillow. My ribs hurt like hell. A voice said,. But I began to realize the longer I wasCindy, the more I would begin to think like and become her. Already Ihad given in to the sexual needs of this female body, something that Iwould have never imagined only a few hours before. As sick as that mademe feel in retrospect, it had seemed normal at the time. It was as if Iwere an airplane on auto pilot. If I just let myself go, I could actlike a normal woman. How long would it be before being female and a wifeand mother felt absolutely normal even.