Having boldly declared my transvestite tendencies to my parents, I thoughtthey took a stoic stance. I was wrong; theirs was a gradual, angrierchange o...er the years.Initially, they just sneered every now and then at my dressing. "Skirt tooshort!" mom shouted. "Hair blond!" dad exclaimed. Such comments onlyoccasionally bothered me.Ever more confident day by day in my new feminine personality, I flauntedmy style in their lowly faces. "You say B," I laughed at my mother and hernitpicking reference. We ended up playing cards, a kind of high card game where the bets were dares. I remember it ended up being a kind of "strip-high card" thing, and at a certain point we had to close the tent flaps as it became obvious that neither of us wanted to be caught by the rest of troop in that stage of undress. (Much less caught by the scout leaders!)Eventually we got down to underwear, then nothing, and then the dares got into that sort of boy thing that happens: "If you lose you got to kiss my butt.". Just perfect. Amit at that moment felt proud at his wife’s lovely body and thanked her silently for all the work that had gone into making it the way it was. Anita had shaved her legs and bikini line. To this she always paid a lot of attention; just a little vertical line of hair above the pussy lips. Nature had been kind to her and except for the pussy which required occasional shaping and the underarms, she was virtually hairless all over the body in sharp contrast to the thick mane of hair. Phir maine apna land staya toh wo dar gai aur boli ki nai isme bahut dard hoga toh maine bola ki ha pheli baar me hoa hai baad me maja aayega toh wo maan gai par boli ki wo pregnant ho gai toh maine kaha contraceptive pill kareed lenege tab jaa kar wo ready hui aur fir maine phele apna land ragda uski chut ke lips pe khuch der toh wo beg karne lagi ki daal do aashish tab jaake maine bahut dhire dhire thoda thoda karke apna pura land uski chut me daal diya jaise usko dard hota mai ruk jataFir.