This was the moment he had been waiting monthsto experience; ever since he had first talked to Sophie. He wasnow a she. A woman. Perfect in every way!...he strange feeling of change rippled past her vision and thenher soft new hair was falling down her back.Sophie was still holding her hand; a much more refined andfeminine hand than it had been a few moments before."Do you want to see yourself?" Sophie asked."Of course I do!" Tom laughed in her sexy new voice.Sophie helped her to her feet and. . that’s you by the way, John,” she replied.“Angels interfering?”“Like you would not believe.”“What on earth for?”“Stuff I can’t talk about. Sorry, John.”I concentrated hard and snapped my fingers, Mary Poppins’ style, and suddenly Thea was in a simple white T-shirt and jeans.“Ooh, I didn’t know you could do that here,” she laughed.“Neither did I. I just assumed I could,” I said and went to her as she stood and we hugged and kissed for a while.“I missed you,” I finally said.“I know,” she. ”Then she kissed me on the mouth. Not a hot, passionate kiss, but something like a pair of sister’s might share. A brush of lips, something loving. I closed my eyes, feeling the heat of her lips as she broke it and scampered off.True to myself... Was I really a lesbian?My stomach twisted. Father stood over me, glaring down at his filthy, lesbiana daughter, face burning with rage, fists clenching. And in his eyes dwelled the worst thing ever: disappointment. I bolted for the bathroom, stumbling. Applying the same force to her other leg, both stilettos came off nearly in fright. Now to release Rosita’s supple, hot and steamy breasts. Ripping off what some might consider a dress, her breasts were throbbing, erecting its nipples at its freer in an effort to bring him closer for a proper thank you. Smelling Rosita’s rose-like scent, Manuelo’s tongue became enchanted leading Manuelo’s face and the rest of his body onto the gracious nipples. He bagan sucking her tits as if he were a child.