Indeed, it had been the vision of me as a woman,one morning in the kitchen, to convince Mustapha to perform the transitionclitoris procedure. He was h...lding me in his arms, showering my nipples inloving kisses. My breasts by then had become more rounded, pointed andperky, real female breasts. While treating me like his woman, he whisperedin my ear: "Ophelia, my love, your breasts taste just like those of anyother woman. They are wonderful!" I was seconds away from weeping out ofthe deepest joy. My boobs bounced as I stood up swinging on my chest. I picked up the t-shirt and put it on but it still clung to my chest a bit but it didnt reveal too much. I made my way down to the kitchen and found mum and dad prancing around the kitchen together kissing and hugging each other every chance they get. morning mum I said loudly to wake them up from there day dream. oh, good morning dear she said surprisingly how are you feeling this morning. I feel okay. Why? oh, no reason Im just happy and. I let them know I was planning on continuing with my education, doing on line courses and going locally, if needed. I did receive my degree as an RN but still had to take the state licensing exam, which I planned to do fairly soon. They did tell me, they knew my mother and if I was half the nurse she was, they would be pleased, before telling me the position was on the night shift as a nurses’ aid until I took and passed the state exam. They wanted to make sure I understood that. They would. I don’t want to hurt you, or myself, and you’re still clenching often and hard enough to make that a possibility. Patience. It’s still only evening, afterall. Slow, at first, but deep. A gently rocking of my hips, my fingers playing against your skin again. I love feeling you. Just skin touching skin. Love sleeping naked with you, love showering with you, love holding your hand, and feeling your lips touching mine. But I especially love when your eyes roll into the back of your head and you.