Dimitri answered the door and waved me in.“Who is it?” called out Mrs Antonov.“It’s only Kevin,” Dimitri called back.“Hi Mrs Antonov,” I...called out.“Hi Kevin,” she called back.Niceties over, Dimitri and I headed to what I called ‘the computer room’. The Antonovs had more rooms than they needed, perhaps having planned for a larger family, and Dimitri had taken over a spare room for his computer equipment. But he also ran the family server and wi-fi systems from the room, so everyone. Well, new life, new body, and a new career--I guess it made some kind of painful sense. It was time to take the first step.I walked out into the main room and stopped. The walls of the room started near the floor as a deep royal blue, growing lighter in hue as it rose to finish nearly white, with a ring or crown of of the palest mango-orange hue near the ceiling. It took a moment to get used to, but I liked the change. It opened up the room and visually made the ceiling look about a foot. This is why I love it when I visit big cities….. lots of guys DTF (down to fuck)!!!Just as I turned Grindr on, I got a call from a mate of mine in the US and we chatting for 10 minutes or so. When I hung up, I had 25 messages on Grindr.23 of those messages were “Hey” from guys with no profile photo or no information about themselves. I deleted those 23 messages and the one that was most interesting was from a couple, they had nothing on their profile but their message had photos of them on the. It had just hung there, useless, limp, pathetic, and uninviting. But she'd just had a far, far different experience with a far, far bigger, and undeniably more masculine cock---and it had not been useless, nor limp, nor pathetic; and it had been absolutely amazingly, invitingly, huge! As well as the most beautiful shade of dark, dark chocolate brown; and not the bleached out pale thing that hung between her husbands legs!In her mind, she replayed the experience she'd had of reaching out to take.