Improve I guess is the word. Maybe recover. Although the reason she needed to get better had nothing to do with anything she’d done wrong.Then one a...ternoon, she walked all the way down to the jail by herself. Carrying a picnic basket for Cayuse and me. She didn’t eat anything, but sat there while we did.It didn’t become an everyday thing, picnic lunches, but maybe once a week or so. Then, doing what Rebecca had suggested, I said, “Rosie, “I’m going to make the rounds, you be okay with Cayuse. They had basically been home schooled. They lived so far from the closest school that it was almost impossible to get them there on time, unless they boarded close to the school itself.So I offered them an option. I would pay room and board here in town for them so they could attend a public school, or I could try to teach them, and we would see how well I was doing with that after a while. I explained that if I was not good at it, then I would probably have to find them a place to board in. In the rear view mirror, I noticed that my face was feminine, but hadmore of a butchie look. No real change to my body weight, I seemed to beabout 5'6" in height also. Losing 5 inches from my male height. I felt mydick retract and forming from what I felt was a large doughy vagina. Myfeet shrank becoming a bit smaller, but more calloused than I previouslywas as a man. I remember staring at my hand looking as they shrank andbecame rougher, but definitely not masculine. I saw what was happening. When Cynthia was done she opened it right up popping both of those huge orbs into view. She kept going until the bra was back over her shoulders and off of her arms. This incredible beauty had two basketballs on her chest. While I was staring at them she removed her skirt and her panties as well and then stood there nude as I checked her over. She was some piece of work.I approached her and she came into my arms. I could easily get my arms around her small waist but her big breasts actually.