“Uncle? How did you learn to do that?” I ask him.“Oh my little darling... you don’t wanna know the amount of women I’ve been with. I’ve be...n with some seedy women and some women who just want my seed.” He tells me as he attempts a really bad and sexual dad joke. I don’t laugh so he continues. “I learned it from your aunt... she really enjoyed sex, hence her running off with a guy 10 years younger than her and leaving me with the kids.”“Well look at you Uncle... you’re with a girl that’s almost. Main unko yaad krke hi muuth marrta tha or kbhi kbhi unko touch v kiya krta tha or aunty ne v kbhi mujhe kch nhi kha tha ik din main unke paas gya or apni pent ki zip lgwani thi laker aunty k paas gya or unke boobs suit main se bahr a rhe the mere lund khada ho gya or unse batte krne lgg gya aise hi batte krte mjak main aunty ne bola k aise kya hatoda mara jo zip hi tut gyimaine smile di or maine bol diya k htauda hi marra tha or aap ki yaad a rhi thi is liye to aunty v muskra di or boli k. I can'texplain it really, I didn't want to be a woman, but the feeling of changewas something so different, so extraordinary that I just wanted it toembrace me. And embrace it did as my boobs continued to grow still. Icouldn't believe it. The B cup came and gone, and soon grew through theC, to a D, when they seemed to stop. Feeling my new perky tits with myhand, I looked in the mirror to see that my hair was now a thick goldenblonde, so rich and beautiful in color. As I ran my feminine. Two rooms were booked, one for her and her husband and one for me. We did our meeting. It went well, and in the evening, we returned to our hotel.Since she was happy with the deal, Shilpa and her husband set drinks in her room for us to celebrate. Her kids were there too. We started having drinks. As we were having drinks, Shilpa and her husband asked me if I had a girlfriend. I sportingly denied it and said I don’t get much time after work.We were in a very good mood, and soon our bottle got.