I parachuted into France in June 1943. My papers identified me as Jeanne Lasainte and as a nurse and midwife. I was lodged with a doctor and his wife ...n Normandy, far enough, it had been decided, from Metz as to render it most unlikely that I’d meet anyone I’d known there. I’d been given a crash course in nursing and midwifery but I dreaded the thought of actually having to deliver any babies. The choice of occupation gave me more freedom of movement than I might otherwise have had,. I rang the doorbell and my friend answered she was dressed in a summer dress and i could see my her bouncing tits no bra she told me to come in and walking ahead of me lifted her dress showing me her naked ass my cock was rock hard by now.We went into the sitting room where her friend was she was nice looking woman wearing a skirt and jumper her name was mary and my friend said i was a friend of hers and was here to look at her dishwasher as it was acting up We went into the kitchen and my. I felt a distinctive flatness inmy crotch area - empty but quite comfortable, if not a littlepleasurable. Just then, everything snapped into place. My eyes could seeclearly and I had full motor control. I had successfully taken over!I stood up, looked around and blurted like a kid in a candy store, "wow -this really worked - it is me in here!" Using Mandy's former right hand,I patted and cleared my new throat, as my voice sounded too highlypitched, and I was not used to that. My wife looked. We pack our belongings and head home. On our way home, we have the top down in the car again, and the sun beats down on us as we drive. I am wearing a low cut tank top and a mini skirt. On the drive home, you ask me to lift up my tank top and bra so that you can see my breasts. You then ask me to caress myself and play with my nipples. Of course I do, because I always want to please you. Without you even asking me, I reach down and pull up my skirt, I slide my hand down between my legs and rub.