"What's wrong?" I asked with concern.She settled in the corner of the couch curling her legs up and to the side. "I can't sleep. I'm tired but not."Ge...ting up from the armchair I moved to the couch and settled next to her, lightly rubbing her thigh. "Are you worried about something or sick?" I asked."No. Just restless." Wanna play some video games with me? I'll let you win," I offered with a smile.Her laugh was soft, amused. She shook her head, thick hair bouncing with vitality.Music played. "I have been dreaming of you having real breasts for a while but was always worried that you might think me crazy. I would love for you to become a full shemale. I could bring home hormones that the company offers to transsexuals who want a more feminine physique while not their "manhood".I was so happy that I nearly cried.By the end of January my wardrobe had grown to include ever taller high heeled boots, patterned stockings as well as a variety of corsets to help me achieve that perfect. Well, you know. Then he came outwith it directly. "God, Allie, you still have that fabulous figure! Aman could fall to his knees and worship that figure! May I?"I almost died from pride and embarrassment. That red sweater again!But I do keep myself trim and in shape, I knew it. To please Dan. Tomaintain my own self-respect. Maybe also to encourage chancecompliments like this one? The stray thought came to me, if heactually were on his knees he could bury his face in my belly,. Neither had to be asked, they constantly watched out for one another, jumping in with their crew when needed. Ethan watched as Helen shrugged while carrying the fresh pot of coffee to the booth in front of him. Where, at the moment the young mother and her two kids held his undivided attention. The mother appeared to be about ten pounds overweight. ‘Probably from a diet loaded with too much starch and carbs,’ Ethan thought. ‘On a proper diet the extra weight should drop right off.’ He.