"William realized "Apparently, I'm a bed wetter." There wasn't any usefighting it. He stepped into the pull-up. Then he put on my pajamas.Once dressed... William was sat down on the toilet seat and Joan braidedhis hair. Then his teeth were brushed, was tucked into bed, and read abedtime story. Joan turned off the light, William could see thenightlight when he shut his eyes to sleep.That was the beginning of William's life as a six-year-old girl.he did his best to fit in. He was always dutiful to. She had been accepted and was trying to decide whether or not to go here. Throughout the day, I saw her giving some furtive glances at Cameron, then some jealous looks at me. I wasn’t entirely sure of what to make of it, but it didn’t seem to dampen her mood at all throughout the day. The night ended in a bar (we know the owners and if we don’t get plastered, they don’t care that we’re not 21). We were having fun, dancing, drinking a little bit, when we noticed Tammy come by. Tammy, being by. 'Not at all, ' I had to agree. 'Too bad my aunt wasn't kinky like us, huh?''Her loss.''So then what happened?' I asked. I was actually getting wet hearing this tale of seduction – or maybe it was Manda's sweet-smelling body in the bed next to me in the bed.'He was massaging the lotion onto my buns and it was feeling really nice. I mean real nice. My puss was getting wet and everything and I guess I just rolled my hips enough to send a signal or something. The next thing I know is his thumbs are. Ingrid Johnson staggered up out of her seat, smiled at the camera, and began to remove her clothes."It's ok, JJ. Fuck 'em. I don't give a shit what they see," she slurred.Everyone sat transfixed as Ingrid unbuttoned her little dress and pulled it over her head. She seemed so diminutive, yet underneath her shirt she wore a massive bra. She fumbled for a moment with the front clasp of it and suddenly two enormous melon-shaped breasts emerged from their confinement. Huge areoles graced each tip..