Her tongue licked swirls while her fingers slid lower, tracing my taint and pressing into my butt-crack. I groaned as she found my sphincter, teasing ...t while her tongue probed deep into my pussy.“Xandra,” I moaned as her finger thrust into my bowels.My sphincter clenched on them. Hot, burning itch seared through me. I humped against her mouth, the pleasure building. She teased me in so many different ways. I stared past my bouncing breasts at the tip of my dick. It throbbed and pulsed.My cum. It was nearly empty after I finished; I poured a few of the ice chips into the broth. They melted instantly, and I dumped the rest of the ice into the bowl. I decided the Jell-O was safe. It was strawberry. After waiting a few more minutes, I was able to eat the broth. It was dull-tasting, and it didn’t address the emptiness in my stomach.I needed real food like fried chicken, and mashed potatoes, and garden-fresh green beans with bacon bits. I could smell it, taste it. Mom’s home cooking. Not. I started hormone therapy. I took the hormones for eighteen months, my breasts got slightly more prominent, my voice a little higher, and my skin became a little smoother. My body was definitely changing. Everything for the first eight months was going fine, just the regular effects, but then I started to violently ill.It began to get progressively worse. I tried to carry on for the next few months but, I never got any better, and my Doctor and I decided to stop. I slowly started to feel much. Beverly raised her eyes and for the first time sat Mistress in all her glory."Oh my!" Beverly said.Mistress had returned wearing a black leather corset with the cups cut out and for the first time, both her ample breasts and pussy were on full view. The corset pushed her gorgeous breasts up and Beverly stared at the large pink nipples capped off by two very prominent and erect nipples.Mistress's pussy was trimmed into a very precise upside-down triangle starting just above her clit. Everything.