Atthe same time, he was only about five foot three and wanted to be taller. Ihad a common solution that would solve both problems. I made him about ...foot and a half taller; he now stood six foot eight. I also darkened hisskin, until it was about the same color as a Hershey bar. His hair darkenedfrom a light straight brown to a deep curly black, and fell down below hisrounded shoulders. His eyes turned from blue to brown. And, of course, Ifeminized him, giving him an attractive female. Vo pehli bar tha jab maine chachi ko itne gor se dekha mera to khda ho gaya.Iss se hle maine kbhi chavhi ke bare me bura nhn socha tha.Par us din pta nhn q apne aap mjhe apne pent ke andarKuch mhsus hua. Main tab 11th me tha.Main muth to marta tha par kabhi sex nhn kia tha.Chachi ne kpde dho ke jb mere pass ayi to vo kapde change kar chuki thi.Hmm ne chai pe or main apne ghr vapis aa gya. Bata dun uss bde draje ke andar hm sab ke ghar near near hai. Ghar ane ke bad bar bar mjhe vhi chachi ka. I closed my eyes to do some thinking of what I had seen when the blemish had cleared.It had seemed to be another view of the past, but of the same area. Now what the hell was this about? True, it had not been in very great detail, but it appeared to be the same area, yet different somehow. I felt a chill go through me.It was almost as if a small picture had been laid off to the side, just as my computer does for me when it is showing me things, and multi tasking.I had to talk this over with. His hands trails down to my panties and sticks his hand inside, cupping my pussy with his hand. "You can feel my hand on your pussy," Wayne states, staring me in the eye. "And you can feel this," he says, sticking two fingers into my hole and slowly starts to finger fuck me. I moan and push my hips up towards his hand. "Am I still not real?" he asks. "Yes," I moan. He sucks on my nipples through my tank top, making them hard and wet. "If I am not real, how can you feel this pleasure?" he asks..