Where her boy clitty is. The dildo longer, wider and harder than her oldmember. Her boy clitty now flaccid."What am I?" Heather asked herself silent...y. Tears began to roll down hercheeks.Under her, Cathleen was about to come. Lost in the ecstasy. Lost toHeather's lesbian assault.Heather looked down again at her body... breasts... boy clitty. "What amI?" she asked herself inside again.Cathleen moaned, heading toward the peak.A tear fell from Heather's chin, and it landed on her left. Her high tinkling laugh drifted to me across the noise of the cafe as they shared some unknown joke. I felt a moment of envy for the man serving her. I wanted to have those green eyes flashing at me – to have that laugh responding to some comment of mine. Then I acknowledged the envy for the foolishness it was and let it fade away.I turned away and looked out the window when I saw her paying for her order. I could clearly see her reflection in the glass but this way she wouldn't see me staring. Dekho min bura nahi manungi. Bol do.Me: Woh…Woh Bhabhi mujhe lagta hain muslim ladkiyaan bahut sexy hoti hain. Ekdum hot lagti hain mujhe to.Shazia: Oh sach mein? I hope you get a muslim girlfriend. Waise shyam ko kya kar rahe ho? Tumhaari mummy toh gaon ja rahi hain na 2-3 din ke liye? To shyam ka khaana yaha kyun nahi khe lete?Me: Maine turant haan kar di aur mein raat ko 9 baje unke ghar gaya. Bhabhi tab khaana bana rahi thi. Kuch der baad mein peshaab karne unke baathroom mein gaya to dekha. I found a little skirt and top, slipped my panties on andwent to join my family. I realised I needed the toilet. "Oh well I hadbetter get this over with" I pulled my panties down and climbed up ontothe seat. This was definitely harder as a little girl than a large man.I felt the urine seem to fall out of me from nowhere in particular. Itwas very different. I remembered to wipe, pulled up my panties, washedmy little hands, the sink was now a lot higher too, and joined theothers.My FuneralWe kids.