" Yeah. And you can't do breast-feeding." He laughed."And you?" Well, the visitors have gone. Has Rachel been out on a trip yet?" Just to the supermar...et." Why don't you come over tomorrow? We can sit in the garden. We'll put down a groundcloth with a blanket on top. Rachel can sort of lie on the grass." Sounds good to me." When does she wake up?" Between eight and ten." Well, when she's up and fed come over. We'll have lunch for the four of us." That's great. Michiko's had no adult to talk to. These revelations did not have the devastatingimpact on John one would expect, oddly he took them in with insoucianceand revelled in the other changes he discovered, his breasts were realand fortunately well supported by the bra, he was much smaller andfrailer, his voice was high pitched and slightly quavery. It seemed thathis manhood no longer pressed thrillingly against the bloomers but rathera different, moist needy void had replaced it.The spare room seemed to have changed into a fussy,. That old Chumbawamba song kept running through my head, “I get knocked down, but I get up again. You are never gonna keep me down.” Yeah, I’d get up again, but today I wanted to sleep. It’d be nice to sleep, but roommates kept checking on me. The boys all looked so downcast, like sad puppies, that it was impossible to be mad at them. Even poor Goose, who was taking today off on account of his massive hangover, checked on me. He’d slept through the whole incident, passed out cold.When Brie. I began to smile in anticipation as he said "And you're pleased I noticed them, I bet." Without hesitation, I smiled broadly and said "Yes, I am."But a little part of my mind kept arguing -- it's wrong. Wrong to invite his gaze at my figure. But that rational part of me kept hearing me prattle on about how much I appreciated his advice and attention.After the check was settled and we were in the parking lot, he said "I think you have a lovely ass, Natascha. Don't you get a thrill when I look at.