To that endeavor, Mrs.Wilmington started working on me being passable. At that point I'd havebet that I'd have fooled just about anybody, but Mrs. Wi...mington wantedto take it further. First came my hands and feet. Or rather, mymanicure and pedicure. She promised that the nail polish would be washedoff, but the effect on my fingers and toes were entirely feminizing. Inever thought of my hands or feet as masculine or anything, but they wereboth distinctly feminine now. And even with the. This incident happened around one month back. One evening around 7:00’ clock in the evening I was waiting for a bus from said pet to St. Thomas mount, as I want to go to Alandur. Its wintertime in Chennai so it’s very dark at this point of time. I approached a bus, which was fully packed, and everybody was pushing to get inside. I managed to get into the middle of the bus and hold the seat rod for help. I suddenly noticed a lady of around 30 yrs standing next to me; she was married and was. Then she relaxed a little and sighed with pleasure as the warm sun caressed her body. I sat back to admire the view. The sight of my wife completely naked from the waist down in a public place was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. I felt a huge amount of love, pride and admiration for her welling up inside me. She knew it too. She knew I was looking at her and she knew I was loving every minute of it. She said she was having a lovely day. Then she gradually parted her legs, arched her. Now I understand the god awful seats. If you get uncomfortable enough ... you leave. And just as I was gathering my things to do that, the door opened and my Immigration officer stormed out.“It is with great regret that I must inform you that the President of the United States of America denies your existence. ‘Ain’t she dead?’ is what the Ambassador said.”“Who did they get?”“The Speaker of the House.”“He’s not even of the same party. I’ll bet mom is jumping in her grave.”“About that, the.