You have so manyquestions which you will never ask. You want me to share freely withyou, when . You have the right to ask them and I want to answer th...m.Some of them I do not have the answers.I know I am a woman, my body is just not the right one for who I am. Iwant to live as a woman. I know it will not start tomorrow. I want to goto school and try out for the cheerleading squad. I know from thisletter you will be right at my side during the transition. I know thatthe days ahead will be hard. Then he pulled off it “come on in” he yelled. Holy crap the door opened and Jimmies younger friend who has helped him with the yard work and me many times walked in. He struck a pose like a good slut showing off his perfect thin fem body. The long black wig he was wearing outlined his cute young face. The pink fishnet stockings only accented his shapely fem legs, his black bra showing from under his knit pink sweater, his perfect sized falsies only making him look so much like a girl. As he. This parted her thighs perfectly, for it gave me opportunity to fully dine on her moist taco - and still look up at her tits. I ate and ate, never getting my fill - but I knew there was more to enjoy. My face was smeared with her wetness and aroma, and I savored it with every fiber of my being. Needless to say, I was still dressed and outrageously hard. I felt her hands begin to rub against the fabric-covered anatomy that was my groin. She was now so worked up, I feared she'd rip off my pants.. Not that her tits needed any support since her body had now regressed back the condition when she was 19. Every part of her body was at peak condition.What Sandy wore did not leave much to imagination. Thin crop top or t-shirt combined with tiny running shorts or skirt were all a size too small for her body. The increased sex drives in combination of much shorten recovery time for both of them meant they had sex everywhere and all the time. Chris had decreased his recovery time to about an hour.