I said I don't know. I have to really excited for that to happen. She reached for my balls and gave them a little squeeze , here let me help them get ...tarted she said. I said that might help. She said well I know what will do it for sure. She started taking things from the dresser and laying them on the bed. Then she started getting dressed right in front of me , first thing she put on was her black garter belt with eight garter straps. The she rolled a coffee colored stocking up each leg and. I opened the door , hiding my body behind the door, they said hello and I knew they were hijra the way they spoke, closing the door behind they called me near them and started inspecting me, and praised me for my body and told me that I can be a very beautiful hijra. I felt shy, she asked me do I want to be one I could not reply.She told me that they have bought a saree for me , I saw the saree it was a red coloured wedding saree, she told me you are getting married today to your man, I was. And I sheepishly said no you look to sexy. At which point she reaches her hand and rubs my hard cock thru my jeans saying she's surprised. That I would find her sexy. And says but she's so old. And I replied how beautiful her body was. She says no she has many flaws. Like her breasts which she has implants.showing them by opening her robe. And then saying how her belly is not firm like a young girl running her hand down it. And then she says and her vagina has such large lips and her clit is so. “Sure, let me just put this stuff in my room,” I said standing up. I raced into my room and placed my CD and rose on my bed. “Is that from your little boyfriend?” my sister teased, as I turned to leave the room. “Yeah, and we are just friends,” I retorted. “None of my friends give me roses,” she said in a superior tone. “Whatever, just tell Mom I went for a walk,” I rolled my eyes and headed out. “Heather has a boyfriend, Heather has a boyfriend!” My sister chanted over and over as I.