.finding it hard...hard to think now..brain rewiring from flow ofestrogen...Oh god"My petite hands rubbing the cones of flesh, feeling them press into...mypalms, as the tissue with in fills out, as if two balloons are fillingwith air. I feel the weight of the flesh, the tightness of the skin, asthey expand, the cones round and lush, the flesh overwhelming my petitehands. I feel the jiggle of them, how high they sit on my chest, not yetaffected by years of gravity. As in moments I grow breasts. “Come on inside, Leslie. Let’s talk. I know you have issues with me, but let’s see if we can clear the air and get you feeling better.”Paul looked on with a jaundiced eye. He nodded approval for my invitation, but wasn’t about to slaver affection and forgiveness all over his sister.After I got Leslie seated, I said to her, “Start talking, it’ll do you good.”Paul puttered around in my kitchen making coffee. Sheila stood a few paces behind me listening to the interaction.Leslie sobbed, “David’s. The triangle material was small on me but still covered my pussy sufficiently the only thing was, the opening materials were now barely meeting instead of overlapping each other like it was intended. The result was my dark pussy lips occasionally peeking through the slit in the material when my legs were slightly apart.That didn't bother me too much as I was the only one looking and turning around I admired my ass which was completely visible with the thin string completely lost between my sexy. ”“You have got the right attitude, Michael,” he said. “If the break is as I suspect, we will have you in a cast within the hour. Try not to stress out.”After the time it took to take x-rays, and several doctors looking them over, since Doc Curran had left, it was decided I had a non-displaced simple fracture. I had to endure some manual manipulation, but when they brought in the goodies to put a cast on, I was aghast.“What is that stuff?” I asked pulling my head up to see the materials she.