Instead of cutting it and bending, we measured and marked the tube at the beginning of the bend. We set the tube in the bender and I fired up the gas ...orch, warming the metal. I showed her how to gently do the bend to almost where you thought it should be. Then we used the squares to measure the angle constantly measuring and bending till it was precise. I told her these might be more than she could do so if she wanted we could do all the bends together or I would do them while she was doing. She didn't look pleased.“You okay?” I asked.“I’m fine.” She said, a little brusquely. I moved up behind her, pressing myself against her ass."Don't," She said.I backed off. "What's the matter?" What is it with guys' need to nut on your face?" Huh?" Is it a power thing? A humiliation thing? A macho thing?" Nut on your face?" Why they gotta make a mess? Why don't they just let me swallow it?" That guy nutted on your face?" Or cum on my tits, for Christ's fucking sake." She looked at me, "You ever. You know..." she was uncertain again."Please, don't be like that. Let's agree on something, ok?" I tried to be again as professional as possible, ignoring the fact that I had no shirt on. "Let's be very honest with each other. We'll live in the same house for at least a time from now on. If you don't want to answer to one of my questions, please say so. I don't want you to feel embarrassed, I'm just curious, and sometimes, I don't have a clue what you're talking about. It is all very new to. Suur had jettisoned most of my old clothes before landing, so I didn't have much choice but to wear them. Suur told me to embrace my new femininity and dress like a woman. But I couldn't. Not yet. A month later and I had no choice. My girlish figure began to bloom. It was quite unsettling as my body became rounder and more shapely. All I could do was watch helplessly. My hips and ass widened, giving welcome shape to my thin frame, and filling out the slip dresses that I had taken to wearing. I.