That night, when I went to sleep, I just couldn’t sleep. No matter what I did I couldn’t get the sight of my naked mother out of my mind. All I co...ld think of was her naked back and huge buttocks, with her tresses falling over them, and the slight glance I got of her breasts. I realized that I was having a huge erection thinking of this and I was disturbed and confused. I tried to get my mind off her by thinking of some of my favorite babes, I even masturbated twice thinking of them to relieve. Someone yelled and she turned and saw Alma. "Omigod, Alma, it's you!" "Carol Graham you look absolutely fabulous! You are obviously single as no married woman could have a body like that and look as great as you do! Girls! Check this out, sweet little Carol Graham and she looks like she stepped out of Playboy!" Carol was loving every minute of it. Let them eat their hearts out, the bitches. She was getting the reaction she expected,. I am trying to tell truth here. I am Dan. Inside me is many Dans. They are all different. Dana comes sometimes and she takes control, she can be a bitch, trying to run everything all the time. I get rid of her, it takes effort. I am Dan. It is difficult to be a woman. Dan doesn’t like that. But sometimes I am her, I feel her pain. I wish, oh I wish I was just Dan all the time. I live each day inside me, I never know for sure who will be me on any day or moment. I live in a world no one can. They had a double effect as they made me feel more inadequate, as my flat chest resembled that of a young boy, but my nipples held the promise of more to come, as they protruded magnificently as evidence of my femininity, especially to any man wishing for a female to hold himself against.Back then breasts were the dominant feature defining a girl from a woman, we were so obsessed we forgot what lay between our legs had more value to a man than a pair of protuberances on our chests.In that sense.