Now totally, she was lying on me. Her right boob is pressing my chest. I took her to bed and made her lie on bed. She told me to take pain balm from c...p board and massage on her waist. She was lying on bed facing it. I applied balm on her waist by raising her suit and massaging slowly. I can feel her smooth skin & enjoying that. She told me to apply balm on lower part of the waist also.But it is difficult to apply as it is covered with her pajama. I told her. Then she loosens the pajama lace.. She made mego to it. I took tiny steps and had to make a conscious effort toregulate my breathing. My reflection showed a feminine person with ascrunched in waist that was unnaturally small. My hair was a worse messthan before and my face was streaked with mascara. The corset hadreshaped my chest, pushing up the soft tissue and forming a pair of smallbut unmistakable faux boobs. Below the corset my shrimp of a penissignaled my true gender and the mockery or my forced transformation. . Let me tell you some about us. Now, I am 28 years old, my name is Aryan. I am Tall, Handsome, Athletic body with big thick Cock. I speak Gujju, Hindi and English. Women do go crazy for me when they see me at function or at work. I have heard from my sisters that lots of girls just want to get fucked by me. I have a good look and great personality. Since, I moved to State I have learned new tricks, positions and I have special talent in oral sex which I didn’t do back home. I will be using 3. I’ll do enough that should last you a little longer. Where’s Dad?”“He had to go out until later today. So for now, it’s just you, and me,” Helen smiled, kissing my cheek.I went to the garage, picked up the axe and went to the woodpile. “What’s Donna talking about? There’s plenty of wood for the rest of the winter.” I said of the neatly stacked rows I had piled.I walked in the back door and went to Helen. “Mom, there’s plenty of firewood. I don’t know what Donna was saying, that you need more.