Yet things began to press out against thefabric and by this I mean breasts. Boobs, tits, cans, you name it, I hadthem and they were only getting bigge... and more prominent with everypassing second. They felt so alien, the soft heavy flesh, warm andtingling, surging into existence, rising and falling with every panickedbreath I took. My shoulders narrowed and my areolas doubled in size. Ihad become a complete woman.?"Gah!" I managed to say, as I cupped my modest sized tits in my tinypalms. I. Well, it was up to him to enlighten the old man. When he was about ten feet away, the old man finally looked at him."Hello Carroll," the old man said. "It's a beautiful day isn't it. A lovely day for a bike ride." Don't call me Carroll! My name is Killer!" he roared. "Who told you to call me Carroll, old man?" "No one told me, Carroll," the old man replied. "Are you enjoying the beautiful weather?" The only thing I'm gonna enjoy is teaching you some respect for me and my gang," Killer. " Okay, I guess it couldn't hurt just to try it on then" Okay then, take you clothes off then." What here?" Well where do you think? I've got a brother, you haven't got anything I haven't seen before." Okay then, but no looking."I turned round and started to get undressed, first taking off my t-shirt and then my jeans, and waited for Joanne to pass me the dress."And the rest." What rest?" I asked"The rest of your clothes. How are you going to know what it feels like to be a girl, or know if you. And I laugh and say no. And then I laugh and say yes.Then you look at me with that look in your eyes. The look that says there'll never be anyone else but me, that there never was anyone else but me. Other lovers, certainly. But never anyone who touched your soul like I can. I know that look. And I know that I have the same look in my eyes.But we talk, instead. About building a house near here. Just on the other side of that copse of trees perhaps. But not in this meadow. This meadow is just.