”Yes, and it’s perfectly naturally for boy’s your age to love their mother’s this way. Tell me what you’re feeling?” Sumathi said.”Jealo...sy, I guess.” Ajit muttered.”You’re jealous of your father, because I’m his?” She asked.Yeah and I guess…I guess I know how much you want a baby and…well…” There was a short pause, then Sumathi took her boy’s hand and smiled up into his eyes.”So your jealous that I’m trying to have a baby with your father and not with you?” She asked.”I’m sorry, I know it. Not Okay," I said again. However, itdidn't alter a fact that my voice was still sounding like a soprano. I didnot want to keep speaking and sound like a girl as I am a male. I startedfreaking because things were totally off track.It was merely a short period of time then I experienced my hand weredifferent becoming a female-like hand, my hair grew long and voice waschanged totally. Just at that moment, my brain was stunned, my heart bitran fast and my lips got dry.So, I told myself I need to. I also remembered how nice her ass was she was always wearing tight jeans and had a cameltoe that would drive me nuts during class. We continued talking and out of nowhere she says "You are looking quite sexy now that you have grown up a bit." She blushed immediately and quickly responded "I am so sorry I didn't mean to say that I better get going." Without missing a beat I said "But you think it right?" She blushed even more we met eyes and stared into each others eyes for quite some. I didn’t remove my eyes from theirs as I played with the ice on my breasts. When I removed my hand, the material was clinging to my damp skin as lovingly as their eyes were.After they could stand again, we stood up where we were to dance. I’m a lot shorter than both guys, so they took turns holding me on their shoulders or cuddling me in front of them as we danced. If the song was a particular favorite, I’d stand on the coolbox so that I could actually see the performance.I loved being held in.