”My brother Davey called out “that looks like it hurts pretty bad, you sure you will be ready for the switch too. I don’t know that I have ever ...een such a red bottom.”“My face had to be nearly as red.”The boys followed us to the tree and watched as we cut and stripped our switches. About half way through my Mom came out. My heart lifted, she was going to tell the boys to go back to playing. She didn’t.“Sherri, are you ashamed for these boys to see you like this?”“Yes, momma”“Good. Maybe that. .a stain! What in hell did that untranslatable warning mean?Well--no time for that now; I pulled the jockeys up to my pussy, and, tomy immense relief, felt my male hardware coming back.This was fun! I put the panties back and felt myself turning into a girldown there. I put on the bra and, sure enough, a pretty pair of perkybreasts adorned my chest. I tentatively tried to talk: would I have agirl's voice, too? Yes: I said, "My goodness, how nice this is!" and thewords came out in a. It wasn’t completely gone, but I was soon slurping air. I popped the plastic top off the shake and put the baggy condom in it, replaced the top, and set the cup on the floor.We talked about the college trip he’d taken with his mom while we sat naked. He held and played with my breasts. He and his mother had stopped in New York, visited the Met, and saw a show on Broadway. Maybe mom and I could do that next year.I took his penis in my hand. He rubbed my nipples. I pushed him back. He lay on the. Susannah's father again resumed his perverted and callous attack on her chest. His hands squeezed at the semi bared breasts of his eighteen year old daughter. His eyes thrived on the site of the pink tips of her nipples hardening as he pinched and pulled at them. Her pale skin had been free from the light of day all its life and now her areolas were highlighted against its creamy hue. Susannah limply watched as her breasts grew red from the rough movements of her father's hand and she became.