It did not take time for me to attract even more attention. A group of five beautiful African women encircled me. All were tall, slim and dark, with l...ng legs and languid brown eyes. They seemed fascinated with me, stroking my hair and rubbing my skin. One of them grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. I felt her fine mound of womanhood beneath the thin and skimpy garment. ‘Hey white boy,’ she said repeatedly in what was apparently the only English she knew. I desperately missed Sheena. I. My skin tingling like a bolt of lighting had just hit me. A spark of energy flowing through my skin. The hair on the back of my neck raised.I giggled like a school girl as I made my way through the room to his couch. he politely asked me to be patient as he had just got out of the shower and needed to finish up.I waited impatiently as I scoped the room, looking at his big posters of African a****ls. His furnishings were modern and quite impressive for a bachelor fro Nigeria.He didn't take long. That awakening made later relationships better, including the one with my husband.“I do remember, why do you ask?” he said.I showed him the email. “Well, you are going,” he reminded me, “would you like to see him again?”“Nope, too many presumptions or assumptions,” I said, “And way too much baggage. And I happen to be married, that precludes flings, too.”My husband is a very secure man and an unjealous one. We’re together because we want to be, not because we have to be. I’m tenured with a. Watching my now masculinized mate, she was so tall. Slowly rising forthe first time since my transformation was completed, I paled at how bigeverything was now. Tentatively like a moth to a flame, I found myselfmoving in front of the mirror. I was amazed, but almost more ashamed toadmit how excited I was to see Rene's improved reflection as mine. Then,I felt something move up behind me and I looked up to see Rene loominglarge behind me. She moved up behind me to the point I could feel theheat.