To the inhabitants of the keep he was lower than dirt, something to be ignored, at best tolerated. Oh, he was fed from the table of the Duchess, and h...d a good bed to sleep in, but it hurt him inside. The Duchess said nothing of his treatment, only drilled him on his knowledge of warfare and battle. It seemed to her he was nothing but a tool, a living weapon. He began to crave those sessions with her. She became a focus for him, a link of sorts to the world.It boiled down to an obsession.The. Terry wasdressed in a pair of ‘Daisy Duke’ shorts and a halter-top. I told Brian to go first in the shower. While hewas in there Terry and I discussed the plan to makesure we were both on the same page. I then loosened hertop to where she had to move slowly or her nippleswould slide into view. Brian came out and I went in tohit the shower. When I came out, I was surprised to seethat one of her nipples was about half out. She just kept on working acting as if nothing waswrong. Brian. When I started to change, when my body started to alter its shape from that of a young female child and I began to form the body that would make me a woman, my mother and I spent many afternoons shopping and talking. My mother was very candid with me, telling me what was happening to me, how my breasts would develop and ultimately be as large as hers, maybe larger maybe smaller, how hair would grow on my pubic mound and under my arms and how when my body was capable of making a baby that I. Ever since I could remember, my father grew far more vegetables than he could hope to eat all by himself and, every year, he would give the excess cucumbers and tomatoesjust to name a fewto his friends and neighbors. But as eager as I was at the thought of stuffing my face with fresh, crispy veggies, the true reason for my excitement lay in the dozen blueberry bushes that grew in his back yard. Aside from watermelons so ripe they literally melt in your mouth and mangos so sweet you get a head.