He said, "Great! That's settled then. I'll arrange for you to gethormones, then implants."I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I said, "What?" Ti...-ties," he said, enunciating each syllable carefully, as if he thoughtI just hadn't heard. "Real boobies." (Yes, to him implants are the sameas real.)There was so much wrong with this I didn't know where to start.I said, "I can't..."He stroked my wig and said, "Of course you can. Don't put yourself downlike that. I think you'll be great."That. I lean to you and whisper, 'Oh Keri'. You turn to kiss me but I am afraid someone will see.With Sheela squeezing my throbbing dick I cup your tiny pussy and rub your hard little clitoris. You legs are spread wide and I reach up under your little top to your small hard nipples. I give in and kiss your moist lips softly.Sheela whispers, 'Lets go into the lavatory'.We get out of our seats. You are so wobbly I have to help you walk. That is good. Anyone watching will think you are ill and we are. I stood to leave and she stood with me, asking if I’d like anything to drink. I had no idea how to respond, this was so completely outside my frame of reference, outside my vast male-female experience… driving a date to a movie in my dad’s wheat truck. Well, not counting my wife.In short, I was scared; scared for my job, scared for my marriage, but mostly scared of the girl in the room! And God, I wanted to stay! So I did what any twenty-six-year-old red-blooded coward would do, declined, but. The poor student on the till was so shocked that she had to get the Manager who fortunately we know quite well as she has been to a few socials and one party.We bought a few matching items then wandered off again, aimlessly wandering as we knew what we wanted but maybe a shopping centre wasnt the best place to buy it.My phone beeped - a text message from my fuck babe Kelly, she had seen our car in the car park and wondered if we wanted a coffee as she had something to tell and show us.I text.