.you’re going to love her!” All of Gwen’s siblings start to laugh. I chuckle along, a bit embarrassed. Ella winks at me, as Gwen takes me alo...g down the table. Still had a few more introductions to make. Next up, is George, Abby’s husband. He looks to be about exactly thirty years of age, with curly hair and a big smile. The guy is BUILT! George definitely spends his free time working out. Makes sense to see this male-model figure being married to a Gorgeous curvy woman like Abby.Gwen’s. Laura, on the other hand, was from a strict religious upbringing. Her spouse was as well. This left her struggling with issues of God, along with her feelings for her spouse.She attended several meetings of a support group with me. She was deeply ashamed of wanting to transition, and what that would do to her wife.My divorce had finalized almost a year ago, and in the days that followed, I desperately needed someone to hold me to this life. Laura was there for me. Sometimes she would come over. The base of it was decorated with white satin bows, theribbons of which criss-crossed each other up the skirt to a white satinsash that wrapped itself around my now impossibly thin waist and tieditself at the back in a huge floppy bow.The bodice of the dress was ruffled and pushed out where two moundsappeared on my chest. A quick prod was all that it took to prove thatthey were real. Two puffy sleeves the size of pumpkins covered myshoulders and my upper arms, tied to my almost none existent. She wanted to run, do something, anything, but it was like he had her paralyzed with his gaze. She felt cornered, like a small animal, and if she made any sudden move, he might pounce. ‘You were putting on a real show.’ He said calmly. ‘You look sexy like that, with your knees up and your legs spread, your tits pushed out and your panties soaked through. What were you even doing?’ Her blush was furious, and she couldn’t believe her situation. ‘Were you just teasing yourself? Letting yourself.