Not if I didn't want to.” “Uh, no...” Bob replied as he studied the fullness of her breasts. “Not if you didn't want to.” Sandy's eyes widen...d. The pretending appeared to be over. “And now? It's okay for me to stay the way I am... without the underwear.” “Uh sure... that's okay with me,” Bob replied as he focused his gaze between her legs. Sandy parted her legs slightly. “Well,” she said, “Can we at least have the light off?” “Uh, yeah... sure,” Bob said as he reached for the switch and. Please believe me. I’m a writer. I’ve written only five novels, three short story collections, and two volumes of poetry and essays. (Oh, I forgot the partridge in a pear tree!) I’m just kidding. Don’t pay me no mind! I get to babbling on and on much like right now. Anyway…I don’t write until I feel I have something significant to say or share with others. Every single piece I’ve ever written has been based on me and my experiences throughout life. It’s fun to write fiction. I can tell my truth. It was already 8 when I entered home I checked my phone and I saw a message from the man (the person who took me for the operation and was responsible for my treatment).The message read -“Mr Rahul now Riya, I have an important message for you even though you are a girl now and all your body organs have changed to a female one still it was a transformation and there are some exceptions. Examining your test results we found out that like a normal girl you won’t get any menstrual cycle (periods). I hadn't had much to drink and suddenly we were wound round each other. He didn't try to take advantage of it but I was slightly disappointed that he didn't."She looked at him demurely.Henry could not help but laugh. "Go on," he said."Well, I suddenly realised that it was a bit more than friendship."Henry grinned evilly. "So you threw yourself at him." No, you foul man!"Henry chuckled. "So what did you do?" I, um, made myself slightly more, um, accommodating." So you let him make love to you.".