As he talked and the subject got more and more naughty, we turned off the main road and made for a stopping place over looking the local river, at the...end of a lane used for farm vehicles through the week and this was a Saturday. Still, that seemed a reasonable thing to do, it was a nice quiet area, with a nice view of a river - it had of course been carefully chosen and used before, I have no doubt. We continued to talk about my preferences and I had none, when he asked if he could kiss me. I. Now she was Dr. M Kyle a specialist in Endocrinology and wasoffering to help an old friend. It had taken two or three meetings andlong lunches, with copious wine consumed between the two women beforeMichelle had persuaded acceptance of her proposal to tame the waywardchild. The first step was of persuading the troubled mother to get herwayward son to visit her.It had seemed so dramatic, but initially Michelle said her treatmentwould just calm the boy, which it did quickly and for the first. ’‘ Kaya baat hey aaj tujhe chori chori milane mein maza nahin aa raha jab ke pichhale 6 mahiney se hum aisey hi mil rahein hein.’Mein chup ho gayee aur uska lund pakad kar dekhaney lagi ke raat yeh doosari choot mein gaya tha kuch farak pada hei ya vaisa hi hei. mere pati ne mujhe lund ko munh mein lene ke liye kaha to mein sochaney lagi ke doosari choot me gaya huya lund apaney munh mein loon ya nanhin. Mera pati bola kaya baat hey aaj tu kanhin aur khoyee huyi hei koyee baat nanhin agar tera. My face grew hot. I had to sitdown; I feared for several moments that I would be sick. Moranna's words echoed through my mind as I tried to fathom what hadhappened to me: *I would love dressing to please men; I would prefer mento women.* The mirror had finished it. I was regaining a bit of controlof myself now, but I knew I had turned a corner: femaleness was complete.I was vaguely aware and surprised how okay that seemed to me, but I had anew concern to overshadow that feeling. My magic was.