He smiles. “Hey, Mom.”“Listen, um...”“Far,” he supplies.“Far, can you do me a favor?” she asks.“Sure. What do you need?” He’s so...comfortable and she is completely nervous.“Give me a towel out of my dad’s bathroom?” she asks.Far’s eyes narrow and drop to the middle of the door, then back. “Sure.”He turns. Suddenly, Rory remembers her dress and panties are probably still strewn across her father’s floor from yesterday. “Wait!” she cries. He looks back. “You’ll actually have to get one from the. "It's been ages since I helped a young lady shop.This will be interesting and fun, especially since your daughter loves towear such feminine outfits."Mrs. Hunt went on to talk about all the clothing shops she had read aboutwhere we were going. She kept saying how she would help me put together asuitable wardrobe of some of the "sweetest" things imaginable. "Italianfashions are so divine."Mom didn't argue with her. "We'll have to stop before we go to our hotel.She doesn't even have a nightie to. My mouth salivated at the thought of removing that bra and getting my second chance at naked tit play. Up went the other leg, and I was rewarded with another tit show. I loved watching her plentiful breasts strain against her bra and against each other when she reached toward her other foot. Her cleavage swelled and her nipples pushed at the fabric of her bra. I couldn't stop staring. My mouth was watering. Then, she sat back up, folded the stockings and put them away. Still wearing her long. She rubbed her temples as I drove down the 405 to LAX. I glimpsed silent tears streaking down her cheeks.“The life I imagined for you isn’t-”“But it’s my life.”She started sobbing. “If your dad had been more involved, and I played a smaller role, everything could-”“My being transsexual isn’t your fault unless you take the blame for the hormonal vagaries that altered me in utero. And dad’s such an asshole that I’m glad he wasn’t around.”“Don’t hate your father.”“He ran off to Switzerland to.