Once inside, she beganher preparations. Browsing through her wardrobe, she picked out arevealing dress that men found enticing, although she doubted ...hat thePrincess would have the same fondness for breasts, since she had her own.Then again, they were not hers by nature, but by magic, so perhaps therewas a difference. In a few hours, she would know the answer.Laying the dress across her bed, the Countess called for her maid anddirected her to bring hot water. The maid returned with a copper. I've had a terrific life except for one event. Several years ago, my wife and little girl were killed in a car accident when a drunk driver ran his pickup truck directly into them at what the police estimate was over eighty miles an hour. She was traveling at about forty. So, in an instant, my life changed drastically.It was about a year and a half until I met Joanne at a local business meeting and quickly began dating this very attractive young thirty-something who was divorced with a young. His left hand grabbed around frantically, and quite accidentally found Jennifer’s wet, sensitive pussy. He gave it a smack, and then another and another, and it made Jennifer squeal, but she didn’t let go. She knew how to endure a few pussy-slaps, for God's sake. Still, she needed to take it out on something, and Alexandra’s ass was the closest thing to a stress toy within reach (not to mention directly in front of her face.) She gave her friend’s round cheeks a few quick, punishing spanks in. Slowly the hormones started taking effect and she started developing breasts. After another month or so she sort of accepted the fact that she was now indeed a girl. She was later sold to a brothel. She said, "I'd get up at 9.00 every morning and after a bath and getting dressed up I would go to the main room where other girls and some who were previously boys like me waited. As and when the customers came, the selected girl would go to a room. When I went to my room I always asked the customer.