She cleaned every thing up, and looked up at me with wonder in her eyes.“Oh Uncle Mark, I hope I did it right.” She wiped the remaining spit, and ...um from her lips with the back of her hand. Now my mind was spinning, I didn’t know what was right, or wrong, or good or evil. My fifteen-year-old niece had just given me the best blowjob I’d had in my forty years of life. It was wrong. She was family, not to mention, a minor. I was embarrassed and ashamed. She lay down next to me while I caught my. Face still a bit read in the cheeks and in the fire light the old flame rekindles. I tell her to get some rest and we will talk in the morning. I am awoken by the screaming of the young child and for a second am confused then I fell Megan laying on my chest I carefully slide out from under her and take sam to the bathroom and check her diaper it being wet I change It I take her back to her mother and cover them up I look at my watch seeing that the time is 10 in the morning I look out side the. The absence of anything remotely masculine inmy life was becoming all too apparent; there was even a knock on thedoor. "Do you ladies need anything?" a woman called."We're fine," Lisa said, giggling. She picked up the socks that I hadtaken off earlier and tucked them against my chest, into the empty bracups. Standing up, I was struck by how feminine the outline of my bodysuddenly was; my waist was tucked in to where it appeared to be narrowerthan my hips, and with "breasts"...I momentarily. "She removed my wig and carefully cleansed my face. Then she inspectedit in case any rogue hairs had appeared to mar my beauty. Finally sheput on a pale foundation which she worked up into the roots of my ownhair. Then, instead of putting my wig back on, she went into herbedroom and came back with another wig on a stand. It was identical tothe one I had come to regard as Gabby's but it had been dressed sothat it was more stylish. Sandra carefully arranged it on my head andteased it into shape..