Raj (jijju) ke bhai ki marrige thi hum sab ko bulaya tha, jijju shadi se ek din pehle ghar aaye kam se aur muje aur babhi ko bole chalo aaj ki raat ya...dgar raat banayege par bhayi ko kam tha pinky mere sath jana chahti thi par bhayia nai rok liya bhayia nai muje jijju ke sath bhej diya aur khud aur babhi agle din aane ki kah gaye, raste mai jijju mazak karte gaye mai boli jijja g aaj ki raat yaadgar kaise banaoge jijju bole tumhari chudai karwa kar, mai boli usme kya khas hai wo bole chalo. But I believe that you’ll understand my situation.” She uttered in a dull voice.“Why are you saying so?” I asked curiously.Our conversation deepened, and I was shocked when she admitted her shemale status. I didn’t know how to react. But I consoled her that I won’t break a friendship with her and insisted that she come to my home. That time some curiosity provoked me.From there we went to my home. We talked, and I comforted her with my talks, but I was interested in checking what she was. My pussy wet and throbbing. Another dream about her...and how embarrassing, this time she's lying in my bed. My best friend of 13 years (have we really known each other that long? It's hard to believe we're both 18 already) is asleep next to me, with no idea that right now my head is full of images of her. I can't remember when I first noticed how beautiful she was, or when I first began dreaming about her. All I know is that she trusts me totally, and that I'm probably more of a sister to her. Ashu: do you like me?Me: Ya, kind of.Prof. Ashu: Then show meI couldn’t believe my ears. I jumped up and kissed her. Professor Ashu’s carves felt perfect. She had good boobs though it looked like her chest was flat from a distance. Her hair was coloured reddish-brown with henna.But otherwise, she looked good. She broke free from my grip and led me to the back. I held her from behind as we spoke.Prof. Ashu: You can call me Ashu when we’re alone.Me: And you can call me by my pet name, VirenI felt.