I also was lying in various positions on the bed, sometimes with my legs bent over the side, sometimes I would fall on the bed backwards or forwards.I...found a piece of old cloth pajama belt lying on the floor, it was just big enough for what I wanted it for, to tie a knot in it so that I could get both of my hands inside the hole. I wanted to pretend that someone had tied my hands up behind my back and then pushed me down face first onto the bed, falling from an upright position while I was on. I look down and see that I am wearing a chiffon dress. Strangely, down my front the gauzy material fits rather snugly while behind me long streamers of gauzy fabric billow in the wind, even though the air is still and silent. I notice I am naked underneath the dress, my nipples are sharp points where the chiffon strains around my bosom. It is not cold. The air is rather warm and humid; it smells of olives, thyme and rosemary. It reminds me of a holiday I spent on a Greek island a long, long. Oooooooo mmmmmm ssssssshhhaaa …..Ccccciiiii ……Mmmmummm…..Ohhh ah ufffffff ….Hasssss.Oh……. Mhhhhhh………. Aise awajen sun kar rishi aur josh mai aa gaya aur jor jor se chachi ke boos dabane laga …… Chachi ke mooh se ye phela shad nikal …..Plsss dehere ahaah dard hoooo raha haiiii ,,,,,,uuffffff …….Usne apna mooh chachi ke nipples par se hataya ……..Aur dheere dheere boobs ko press kiya ………Usme se milk bhar ane laga …….Jab bohot sa milk aa gaya ,,,,,,,,,,,, to usne sara milk apni jeebh par lagaya…….. But gradually, as her confidence increased and her appearance became more traditionally feminine, she found that she "passed" as a woman well enough to overcome the closest scrutiny.Even so, she had retained a preference for riding the bus whenever possible. She enjoyed leaving the driving to someone else, bringing along a novel or magazine for the ride, or just closing her eyes and relaxing. She'd stuffed some reading material in her handbag, and expected a nice, quiet, uneventful.