One Saturday, his parents took him to a hospital where he was given breast implants for the time being while hormones started to reshape his figure. "...ou'll look great in swim class, but we have to make you look good for the hot springs and public baths."Castration wasn't what Mark wanted, but his mother gave him no choice. Both she and his father figured if they were to have daughter, they'd have a proper one. The bandages from the operation not only restricted his legs and caused a hip wiggle. " I see, follow me."She turned and walked toward the rear of the store and he followed. Hewas sure he could see the faint outline of a thong under her pants andthe sound of her heels on the hard tile floor was almost enough to drivehim over the edge. Thirty seconds later they were both standing in frontof the Legg's display."Do you see what you want?" Yes, right here" he took them from the shelf and she took the Off Blackpair he carried and placed them back in the appropriate location in. ”I stood on my toes, wrapped my arms around Marc’s neck and kissed him passionately for about 20 seconds. I whispered to him, loud enough for Gary to hear, “I love you. Thank you for letting me do this. I can’t tell you how much this means to me. I will take care of you later…I promise. I still belong to you, you know.”Marc patted me on the ass, and went into our room. I heard the door click closed, telling me that the rest of the evening belonged to my brother and me.I sat next to Gary,. It made him look like a tiny ice-cream man. This was the scary guy who’d been sent from the Paris office to check us out and fix things. He was the Job Satisfaction Analyst. I didn’t laugh, but it was tough not to. I stepped up and offered my hand saying, ‘Bonjour, Monsieur DiPuc. Comment allez-vous? Je m’appelle Nicholas Faulkes.’ {Hello Mr. DiPuc. How are you? My name is Nicholas Faulkes.} His face lit up in a huge smile as he responded, ‘Bonjour, Monsieur Faulkes. Je suis bein. Parlez-vous.