The gentle, warm caress of her lover. She began to cry again. The arm went back around her waist and held her tight. The tears were now different. Th... tears were now tears of knowing that her lover had come back to her. She knew it was him and now she could smell him. As the tears began to subside, she could feel him move his hand toward her breast. There was now no doubt in her mind that this was her lover. He cupped her breast and pinched her nipple. She moaned and began to feel wetness. The sound echoes around the room and the realization of what she has done hits her with the reverberation. Slowly, looking into my eyes confirms her thoughts. She has just made the worst mistake of her life. I pulled her against me , she feels the bulge in my pants pushing against her ass. " Is it ready for me? I've heard when a woman has not had sex for a long time, she starts to dry up. Do we need to lube you up?" Jasmine is torn. She didn't want me to know the truth and yet, my fat fingers. The shape of my hips, butt and thighs had changed into pleasant feminine curves. Even in jeans and a sweatshirt, my femininity was not hidden. My hair was now down to my shoulders, I was still blond and I was learning to care for and style it myself.Peggy had been attempting to give me speech therapy. I was making some progress but it was slow. I could raise my pitch and imitate a feminine voice pattern fairly well at times but it was difficult to maintain over long conversations. There were. ’ ‘Do you even know what you want?’ She had to think about that for a minute. ‘Not really. For so long I didn’t dare dream of anything that my thinking in those terms is kind of rusty.’ ‘I know what you want.’ She smiled a little. ‘You do? What do you think I want?’ ‘I think you want your son back. I think you want to spend the rest of your life with him.’ ‘That’s crazy. I mean…’ she lifted her glass to distract him. It shook the tiniest bit. ‘I would like us to be on good terms again, but I.