Looking at his hands again with hisglasses on he found them smaller and the nails perfectly manicured,slightly longer than he was used to."What's goin... on?" He gulped, but his voice come out dreamy and cutesounding, feminine in tone. He gulped and blushed hard at seeing thecleavage in front of him. He slowly slid his legs over the bed to findfrom his ankles to his thighs they were completely bare, he couldn't seemuch else past the cleavage. Something snug was rubbing his groin andrear, not his. At first I was constantly tired, veryweepy but happy.I worked for myself so the changes to my body were easy to hide at work.Slowly I felt happier but because of my height I was still selfconscious. I tended to dress androgenously. I would always wear a prettybra (I needed one day to day) and pretty knickers, but would dressconservatively at work, dressing as prettily as I could at home.I saw a leading Psychologist during my transition (I needed his letterto get my operation done) and he. Mujhe usaka bahut gussa aya tha.Maine use kaha ki dusare sit par baith jati to kya hota? Khamakha nind tod di.To usane sorry kaha.Aur boli mujhe wo ladaka pasand nahi.To maine kaha,tumhe thodi mai shadi karane ko kah raha hu…Aur wo hass padi.Use pata tha ki mai ladakiyo ko bhav nahi deta hu.Wo jense aur pink top pahankar aayi thi.Ekdam maal dikh rahi thi.Mai window sit par baitha tha aur wo bagal me.Ab gadi nikal chuki thi.Aur mai firse soo chuka tha.Lonawala ke paas mai usake dhakke se jag. Any man exposed to the two of them naked or damn close to it all the time is bound to loose control sooner or later…“Scott, I think my boobs are clean.” Mama said.“Huh?” “Scott, you been rubbin’ that thing up and down across my boobs for like ten minutes, I think they’re clean.”“Oh…sorry Mama.”“Why’re you here? Don’t you know I need my alone time?”“Ok…I’ll just go see how Mrs. Blissitt and Amber is doin’. It’s been a while since I seen them and she sure has been nice helpin’ us out.”“Why are.