I was at least a few inches over six feet, muchtaller than I had been, even in heels. My new body was big. Very big. Myshoulders were broad, arms thic... and muscular, thighs like iron. My chestand torso were huge. The body wasn't skinny there was a lot of mass butit seemed to be mostly muscle; maybe like a heavyweight boxer off-season,just slightly off-prime.My hair was short round the sides and back but full of body (and product)on top. I had sideburns!I stepped closer to the mirror to see my. But is bar poore kapde pehne hue shower k neeche. Mujhe ekdam se osko dekh josh jaag gaya. Mai b bathtoom k andar chale gaya or osse peeche se gale se laga liya. Mera lund oski gand se takra raha tha or itne joro se khada ho gaya tha k mere pent me se lund ka oobhar saf saf nazar aa raha tha. Mere hath pehle oske pet pe the, fir himmat kar k maine oska top samne se oper kar diya or oske chuchi ko masalne laga. Kya batao kya ehsaas tha. Mai saatve aasman me tha. Fir osne mera hath apne doodh se. It had always been her dream for me to be the first to graduate and the first in our family to go to college. And going to see her was one of the first things I wanted to do once I got home and got settled in."I see. Porsche huh? What's her last name?" I asked."Well actually son, Porsche and I got married so it's Anderson now," he said, kind of soft and low."Married? You married someone named Porsche?" I said incredulously. "When did this happen? Where did you find this Porsche? That sounds. 12 to 11 to 10.I suddenly realized I could see our reflections in front of us and I slowly raised my eyes towards him. He was taller. Six foot or so. His hair was inky black and cut naturally. He looked a little older than I was. Middle thirties at a rough guess. He was wearing a pair of black spectacles that really did make him look like Clark Kent and his eyes appeared a rich shade of green from what I could tell.One thing was for sure, the man was not dressed to impress. He looked like he'd.