It now made sense. I always wanted to be afemale. It felt good to get all that out. Ms. Wilcox was happy that Iwas able to get that repressed emoti...n out. She said I was on the rightsteps.The next meeting I had we discussed what happened at the last session.She asked me if I still felt that way. I did. I thought about it thewhole week and I do feel that I should have been a woman. Ms. Wilcoxsaid that I needed to see a gender specialist and she set me up withone. Her name was Katherine. I pulled my arms through and then hooked it in the back. It was a bit awkward, rather than hooking it and turning it around, but I thought this would be sexier. When I got it in place, my boobs overflowed the bra. Well you didnt pick very well. I laughed. No I picked very well. Silly. This doesnt fit. I was flirting so hard now I was even laughing at myself. My boobs are overflowing. They look amazing. I moved closer to him, only a few inches from his face, See how my boobs just come right out. "Hmm, sneak attack?" she cooed. "You recover well for an old man." We old men know how to please a lady," he told her, running his hand over her bare bottom and between her legs. "It seems it's not only me who recovers quickly." Oh, Mishki," she gasped. "Love me again." She reached for him and he rolled over between her legs. She kissed him furiously, thrusting against him, pushing him in further and further. "Don't ever leave me, again.!"Mischa pulled back and looked into her face, puzzled.. She was wearing a short yellow sundress that looked like it might have been one of my wife’s. I entered the storeroom behind her quickly and embraced her from behind, thrusting my hand roughly down her smooth belly and into her warm crotch. She was wearing the tiny thong-style panties that my wife didn’t like and refused to wear. I cupped her hairy mound firmly before she turned around and threw her arms around my neck, laying a wet kiss on me. Her body yielded against mine tightly as she.