Her stance showsThe side of her leftBreast, the blunt arcOf her belly,And the full moonOf her femininity;She is slender and firm,With a Mona Lisa smil...On her Sphinx-like face,Too beautifulFor anything but stone.On her knees,Wearing only pinkStar-studded socksAnd panties downAround her knees,Her hands restingLike doves upon the ledgeBefore her,Hair in pigtails,And a come-hither lookUpon her I-dare-you face,She would look good,Decorated with the beadsOf my pearlescent sperm.Breasts are. As a final touch, I pulled on somejewelry, a small pendant, a bracelet, and for the first time, since itwas close enough to six weeks, I pulled studs out of my ears andreplaced them with medium size silver hoops.I stepped back and looked at myself in the mirror. There was somemannish attributes there if you looked, the narrow hips, flat chest, alittle too firm a jaw. I wasn't a beauty queen, but the full effectwas shockingly feminine. I should have looked like a guy in makeup,but I didn't. . " He's up!" Lupe Gutierrez beamed happily, hopping up from her spot on the couch."Well, he's awake..." Tonya Brackett drawled. "Whether or not he's still 'up' is another question entirely."Nora shrugged. "We only got him off once." Just once?" Lupe cheered. "Great! Our turn, then!"Whitney giggled and reached up to high-five Tonya, who had also gotten off the couch.Tonya slapped her sorority sister's hand and said, "Cool, we're tagging in."Feeling slightly exasperated and slightly more. Aunty Beverly looked down and smiled as I finallythreaded the last lace. By now I was kneeling in front of her and my eyesand fingers were very close to her tummy just above some golden curls shehad lower down. My eyes lingered curiously for a few seconds and I'm sureAunty Beverly sensed my curiosity as she spoke again."Now you'll have to twist the whole corset around so that the laces areat the back," said Aunty Bev.At this, I had to grasp the lower edge of the corset and tug gently asAunty.