. my feetshrinking in size and width to better match the new shape of my legs asthey became feminine. I also found I couldn't stand having hairy legs...ny longer, something to do with the shape of my legs I guess,hairlessness going much better with the new look of my legs but moreparticularly with the lack of hair on and around my pubes as Connie'staught me to call my pussy. Then there's the matter of what I wear nowin the way of underwear, what used to be women's panties. I've alsolearned the. Aunty ne darwaja khola tan mene dekha ki aunty ne kali colur ki gown pehana hua tha jo ki transparant thi usmese unke kali bra saaf dikai de rahi thi.. Me to unko hi dekha raha thaa… Kay patak lag rahi thiii… Aur unki aanko me khuch nashasa dikh raha thaaa..Aunty boli .. Sandy kya huaa kaha kho gaye hooo… Me hosh me aaya aur kaha kahi nahi aur mene pucha ki aunty santosh kaha hai to aunty boli o tho apni chachi ke saat party me gaya hai syam ko wapas aaye gaa .. To me ne socha ki ye achaa moka. I loved the colours as I caught a glimpse of them each time I opened my eyes. He put his hands around me and started to massage my breasts through my dress. I love my breasts being rubbed. It just melted me. It wasn’t much long before I felt his hands slide down the front of my dress and start to rub my legs. His touch really made me feel alive and brought back the lovely memories of the day before. But this was different. It was romantic and was magical.He slipped his hand up inside of my. I could even tolerate Sarahgoing out on a few dates if that made her happy. But I now realized thatSarah was no longer there for me. I was roiled with emotions as Iwatched Sarah's taut, lean body writhe under Mark's touch. I felt sadand lonely as Sarah's eyes locked onto mine. She was so very, verybeautiful and I had loved this elegant, exotic creature so deeply. Iwould miss this woman - or at least the memories of the happier times wehad shared - terribly.But I also had an exciting - if.