“Jeeezzzz…” I whispered under my breath. I found myself comparing it to his father’s. Even soft, what I could see of it, was bigger than his f...ther’s had ever been hard. I saw what looked to be every bit of at least five inches of my son’s penis. It looked nice and smooth {You know, like a dick} and after all my efforts to confirm what I thought I’d seen more than 2 years earlier, I could now see that in fact, it had not been my imagination. His dick was pretty big and very, very thick… …fat. ....."I keep telling you; my ass ain't skinny." Cassie grinned through herbruised lips, when Natalie entered the room.Natalie slammed the door behind her; locked it and strode over to Cassieand took her in her arms. She gently kissed Cassie's forehead, hereyelids, her cheeks and finally her bruised lips."I'm so sorry." Tears ran down Natalie's face.They were in the Pasadena FBI field office. As the agent in charge,Natalie had told the other agents she wanted to interview Cassie aloneonce. "So I look like a girl and, goodness knows when you kissed me.I... I felt like a girl. But I've still got the body of a boy." I can alter that," she said.I looked at her. "How?" I asked disbelievingly. Of course I had someideas. And some knowledge gained from my research on the internet.She took a small bag from the back of her car."In this jar is a cream. Put it on each day and soon you'll have breastsas pert as your sister's. The cream in this one will stop your body hairfrom growing. These. They said it was an accident but there was a suspicion of foul play. She had been seen feeling up a young girl and her mother had resented her attention. The space now is a rest area. Would one of you get off and make the coffee for us?" I'll do it" said Velma and she got off the train and went in the open space. It was about twenty feet high and thirty feet deep with an electric stove, tables and chairs and three old leather couches.The train went on into the mine. Velma was feeling a bit.