It seemed Sia had inherited her mother’s taste in male haute couture.“Here ya go,” she announced, placing a plate in front of me and another at ...er place.I inspected the scrambled eggs and toast while she poured herself a glass of orange juice. Small, green slivers in the eggs told me she’d added chopped chives. The first bite was delicious, rich creamy eggs with a hint of onion bursting in my mouth. I added a bite of only slightly burnt toast. Wonderful.For the next few minutes there was. It weighed half a stone at least.A tap at the bedroom door stopped any further exploration. A black maid appeared and said, "He's here, ma'am." She bobbed up and down, glanced at me and disappeared.The young woman ushered me into an adjoining room, a dressing room from the look of it and warned me to be silent. Then she hurried off, adjusting her flimsy clothes.I found a chair and was about to relax, made drowsy by the girl's ultra-competent sucking, when a commotion down below brought me to my. But the situation was hardlynormal. SHE wasn't normal! She had a hairy, flat chest. When she spokeher voice was deep and masculine. Her hairy male legs needed shaving.Her body was on the wrong side of the bed, and she didn't occupy it.She was now a man, her husband! And her husband was the woman in theirbed now.It was so odd being a man, even if that man was her husband. She knewevery inch of Reed's body intimately, but occupying his masculine bodywas something new and strange, scary yet. After a little wait, i started to massage her thighs again, and went very close to her hot property. This time she did not hold me back, and i moved even closer to her, so that my elbow was brushing against her left breast. I felt her pussy area over her clothes, and the heat from her excitement, had made her churidar moist. I tickled her on her pussy, and she started giggling, and told me softly to hold on for some time. Now i had her, and was only waiting for the next station. We both were.