So right off the bat I made it so that shedoesn't find it odd at all this night that the changes are happening andeveryone else, hell the world wouldn...t notice these changes eitherexcept for me. So in my mind I began to take the image of Myra's newbody take shape. First off all the extra fat had to go and I alsodecided to distribute some of that fat to her new bust and would endwith a new pair of 38DD natural of course. I made it a point that herbras were going to fit properly and that she. I hefted and jiggled them, my fingers squeezing into her flesh.“They are perfect breasts. Daddy did great work on you.” I licked my lips. “He made my kiss cause girls to get bred.” I darted in and kissed her, throwing my power into her and...I blinked.“You're pregnant,” I gasped, pulling my lips away. I threw a look over my shoulder. “Daddy, you've already bred her.”“Yes, I have,” Daddy said, looking proud. He was such a sexy man with his dark hair. He had that look of experience while still. Sheila had no reply for Russ' spiteful comment. She herself did notunderstand completely why she'd chosen, at the endpoint of hertransformation, to retain her cock and balls. All her life, she'd wantednothing more than to be rid of them forever. In the end, however, she'dfound herself unable to part with them. Many times, she'd tried, in herown mind, to account for her ambiguous feelings about her male genitals.The best she'd been able to do was to say, "Being a shemale is the bestof both. To be honest, I didn’t even try. I stood in front of my living room window, staring out at the bright lights of New York City. I don’t know how long I stood there, in fact, I didn’t see the millions of multicolored lights or the never-ending streams of headlights and taillights on the busy streets below. Instead I saw, in my mind’s eye, the crowded high school classrooms and halls where my friends and I had shared triumphs and tragedies, where the ghosts of our past still reside. Images.