Hey bro. What’s going on?” I asked as I stood up and sat in the armchair next to him. Someone needed to sit in the damn thing, so why not me?“No... much my man. Been sitting here contemplating what to reward you with now that you’re chilling up here in heaven,” the fat guy responded. I think he was Asian.“Right on brothe- wait, what the fuck? Did you just say heaven?”“Yeah man. Bad luck about the parachute. Sky diving is usually pretty fun and really gets the blood flowing. Probably a lot less. .." Jake," Béla whimpered. "I hurt. Inside. I didn't grow back together right. My bones are messed up. You ... are going to have to fix ... what you did to me. You can start with my left knee."She pointed down at the unusual looking knob on the side of her knee."See that?" she asked, looking up at him. "That's my frigging kneecap! And the bone behind it is out of position. See how straight my leg isn't?" Wait a minute!" Jake protested. "I'm no surgeon! What do you expect me to do?" Fix! It!". But I'm Terri now. Thanks to breast augmentation, I now have a pair ofboobs to be proud of. Perfectly proportioned with the rest of my body,I can wear what I like without any embarrassment or shame. But whilstbreast augmentation solves many problems, it brings with it a whole setof new ones. Whilst gynaecomastic breasts can be hidden with binding, apair of D-cups definitely cannot and immediate social transitionstraight afterwards is a must. Genetic women have a lifetime to learnthe ways of. Debbie was a big redhead, who had a secret, though I had no idea what was behind that nervous energy that made her swish her hips around, as if there was something left running in her pussy-garage. Samantha was a strawberry-blond from the UK with a clipped, posh accent, big boobs, a fat ass, and a funny cute mouth. Her smile flashed, she giggled, and you were on fire. Of course I had to be extra careful not to let Edie catch me looking at the obvious charms of these exciting women, while.