"Breakfast isready."Fortunately breakfast was relatively light--muffins and juice. I saythis because sitting across from Lisa, draped in such sensual...fabric, Isoon was overcome with a urge to do something besides eat..."Go take a shower," Lisa said afterwards, as we lay in bed all tangled upin each others nighties."Again?" You need to completely wash away the smell of pizza and Right Guard,"she said. "And shave your face again while you're in there, but use thenew shave gel."I complied with. She was waking at nights clearly aroused even touching herself in her sleep but she had only ever masturbated with her former husband and she felt uncomfortable about attempting to do so now with her daughters in the house and aware that she could hear both neighbours clearly each time they had sex.Her drowsy dreamy moments had her bathing naked alone in pools in a forest but being observed by a man or even more than one man. Where this dream had originated she was unsure perhaps it was linked. This is what my Mother always wished me tobe, her daughter. Over the course of my life she had pushed me towardsfemininity, to enjoy ladies fashion and have a desire to become feminine.I did not wish to accept it at first that I was developing breasts butnow I was thankful I was. Mother had placed me on hormone blockers beforeI entered my teens. I was now on female hormones and had developed lovelyA - cup breasts. My hair was long, my movements were always graceful andfeminine, now more so then. But it wasn't light flow.She lined her panty with a medium panty liner and stepped into it.Backwards.Oof. Panties off, reversed, and then back on again. She stepped intothe skirt and adjusted it.When she came out of the stall, two men clapped. Until they saw theblood."Did you just have a miscarriage?" one of them asked."Yuh," Chastity said. "I left the coat hanger in the stall." Don't put that mess in our trash can." Where should I put it? On the floor?" Chastity dumped her rubbish inthe bin..