What’s your name,’ she asked. ‘George, and you can call me George,’ I replied heavily. She rose and waddled over to the kitchen and looked in....‘Not bad,’ she commented. ‘By the way, something’s burning on the stove.’ ‘Oh God, I’ve forgotten all about the meal I was cooking.’ I rushed into the kitchen and retrieved the pan, just about saving the contents from total incineration. ‘You cook?’ she asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘Not married?’ ‘No.’ ‘You have been.’ ‘Yes…how do you know?’ ‘Dunno, you’ve just got. Student go through a sex change....." Gender reassignment," his Father said interrupting."Yes, sorry, gender reassignment, as you know we do have a very open gaystudent population....." My son's not gay. He just feels he should have been born a girl. We'retaking steps to correct that," again, his Father interrupting. Marc wasgetting as much relieved that his Father was supporting him this much ashe was getting embarrassed by all this."Yes but it's my understanding that the transgender. I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable so I started to say about myself. Why i’m staying here and all.I couldn’t control myself. I suddenly said her that ” ur boobs are bigger than they should be to your body”. She laughed . And said ” yes, I know”. I gently slide her saree and started touching her boobs. When I asked her when did your boobs grow this big. She said she had a decent boobs. And then it has grown slight bigger after her marriage. Then I pulled her saree down and went nearer. Away and checking her nipple said “look here bhaiyya your teeth marks are still there”Me: “Ohhh!! Am sorry Kala”Kala: “be gentle bhaiyya” and pulled my face to her breast and asked me to continue. Then I played gently with her nipple and boobs. Then she dressed properly.Kala then rested herself on me and started some discussion. I was thinking of exploring her lower but she stopped the session and started some stupid cinversation. I hardly replied her for sometime, I lost my patience and again.