Ann noted shehad put her hair on the outside so that it would hang down rather thanhide it in between the couch and herself. It was the first note An...made, right along with the awareness to smooth her skirt down over herthighs, while she gingerly crossed her ankles. She had clearly adoptedher new attire as her own without shame even in the presence of someonewho knew her formally as a boy. Confidence in presentation was hernext note. She had seen this before at brunch but thought that. We all shook hands and walked in.We were a strange mix of people. I was in my BDUs, as usual; Benson in his usual dress slacks, dress shirt, sweater vest, but no tie; Maude was actually wearing a skirt, but it was a little short for a lady of her age, especially considering that she was the town accountant. Then there was Jeff Stevens, a good farmer and grain elevator operator. He was in dusty bib overalls and a cap. Our group, accompanied by Mort in an expensive suit, stood out like a strobe. Good gurl" he said with asex drenched voice that turned me on even more. "Good gurl" he hadsaid! Yes! I was a good gurl. The best sort of gurl. I was asissified, femmed up, dressed up, made up, gurl on her knees about tosuck another man's cock - and there was nothing gay or queer or faggyabout either of us! My therapy... his therapy... OUR therapy wasworking!It was a thought and realization so sublime that I almost closed my eyesto revel in it as I began pushing my lips onto his shaft. . We were very happy family. I was like younger brother to my Bhabhi.I had always respected my Bhabhi as my elder sister and we had very healthy and friendly relationship. I used to discuss my girlfriends with her and used to tell her how I proposed one and flirted with other and all that. Finally I fell in love with Puja who was also studying with me. Puja was nice girl with perfect figure, look and good sense of humor but her one draw back was that she is short tempered and used to get angry on.