Ah, what a lovely derriere. My brother-in-law was a lucky man.Dale was a heart surgeon and fourteen years Lynn’s senior. This was his second marriag... and second set of kids. He had missed the early years of his first set and, like many successful men his age, succumbed to the attraction of a younger woman and eagerly embraced her desire for a family, one that, this time, would be enjoyed. But the attraction often waned and Dale seemed to be following the path that had led to his first divorce —. He assumed, more feminine. After all, he'd described enough TG transformations to know what was happening to him. He just didn't know how or why. He could feel hair growing from his head and his scalp itched so that he thought it would drive him crazy. During this, he forgot all about the downward moving tickling sensation. Finally, he felt hair on his shoulders through his shirt as a mass with a little weight. As it stopped growing so did the itching. That was when he was able to focus on the. His boss gave him tickets to a play that were impossible to buy. They discovered a mutual love for football and went to several games at the local college. Whenever Jessie thought they had been everywhere, Chad called with more ideas.The days turned to weeks and Jessie knew she loved Chad. He made her heart sing. It was as simple as that. She thought about him at work and smiled. His talk show was on every morning while she got ready for her day. Often they discussed the show over dinner, even. I sat upon one of the bales and lifted my skirt to my waist. The silken material felt lovely as it brushed against the sensitive, private skin of my thighs. I let my fingers travel to my tingling core. Experimentally, I caressed and pulled at the hard little rosy bud—how sensitive it was!—and stretched the elegantly folded flesh that framed it. The tingling increased, as did the sense of urgency to reach some sort of end. I had no idea what outcome my young desiring body was striving for—no.