"I've not had time to change yet" she said as I bade them both sit down, but her mother said she'd leave us to it as she had a lot to do at home."Woul... you like a drink Candy?" I asked and she nodded eagerly,"May I take my shoes off please, they're hurting my feet?" Of course, make yourself comfortable"I went into the kitchen and poured her out a glass of coke and a whisky for myself,"There you go" I handed her the drink and sat opposite her,"OH MY GOD!"She was sitting with her feet up on the. All of the sudden she began to sob loudly and tried to get up and almost made it when he hurried up and grabbed her by her panties which made her fall forward and into a harsh faceplant. He sat her back downand held her by her face and told her to shut the fuck up if she knew what was good for her. She finally quieted down and this time he put one of his heavy legs over one of hers then pushed her down to where her back was on the couch and bent sideways. I chose not to look then on, because I. I can't put it in words. You were terrific, God it, you, were wonderful. " Mary blushed at her husband's praise. "You were wonderful as well. I love you more than I ever have. Thank you John, for the weekend, for the switch, for everything. " They kissed and John announced he had to use the little girl's room. Mary chuckled as John slid out of bed and padded to the bathroom. John sat down to pee and sighed with contentment. He had no idea this day would turn out the way it had. He glanced at. In a soft voice as she tries to hold back tears she says she has to tell me something. I tell her to not cry and again to tell me what is wrong. She finally looks up at me and she tells me not to be mad and that if I wanted to leave she would understand. I told her that I was not leaving.She sat there in silence as if contemplating whether to tell me or not and she finally says "I’m transsexual." At first it caught me off guard not because the thought of her being transsexual was a problem, but.