So there you have it, Steve Murphy would become Stephanie Murphy in a series of carefully planned moves and procedures. This was going to be the journ...y of a lifetime as all around me stayed the same but people?s outward perception of me was about to change drastically and completely forever.Once started there would be no going back, my careful planning would see to that. I would make it impossible to go back to ever being Steve. This would be a one way ride to womanhood.Although not. Auntyai naan nirvaanamaaga paarthu apadiye urinthupai nindren, haa haa ena oru mulai auntyku. Aval pundaiyil konjam mudi irunthathu, naan apadiye urainthu poi auntyai paarthukondu irunthen.Aval mulai kama padangalil varum kama nadigai mulai pola irunthathu, ena da ivalvau sexiyaaga mulai irukirathu endru paarthen. Mulai velaiyaaga irunthathu, mulai kaambu karupaaga sexiyaaga irunthathu. Aunty sorry pa endru soli sirithu vazhinthukonde antha roomil irukum dress eduthaal, vendum endre mendum. They took their crops, gently rubbed my arse cheeks for a minute. Then, on Mistresses command they smacked my arse much harder than before.I held back from saying anything, though it was hard to do. Between strikes, they gently rubbed their crops over my arse cheeks. Tracy was squeezing my balls as Mistress slid her hand around my still limp cock.The striking of the crops on my arse were harder than the paddles. With ten strikes left, I felt my cock getting bigger, Mistress now wrapped her hand. She kept glancing at us, back and forth, while I got the cereal bowls out.It was Friday. Dad had a couple students in the morning, and then a chamber rehearsal the afternoon. He gulped the last of his coffee, grabbed his cello case and headed to the kitchen door.“I should be back about four,” he said. “Clean up your breakfast things before you leave. Love you.”“Love you, too.”He kissed me on the head and ran his hand down my back and patted my bare bottom. That doesn’t usually give me a chill,.