Well, these are girlsclothes." Oh yeah. Sorry about that," the first voice replied.The second added, "It's the plainest thing we have to offer. It's r...allynot that bad. Don't worry. We won't make fun of you."He continued, "It's just that...I've never worn girls underwear before.What happened to my clothes?" Oh. We decided that if you wore those stinky rags around us, it wouldhave been a crime against humanity. They'll be through the wash soon." Those are boy cut anyway, so it should be alright.. The girls can makeyou look like a girl but i can help make you feel like a girl . how doyou do that? i asked. i am 42 years old she explained pretty young forhaving started menopause. that started a few months ago and i was goingthrough the standard symptoms heat flashes mood swings some depression.i went to my gynecologist and she recommended some hormone therapyestrogen to be precise. i now have bottles of pills i take and feel youcould benefit from them as well .the dose isn't strong enough. I pulled her leggings down while she rose her hips to allow it. I completely removed her legging and smelled musky aroma of her pussy. I kissed her pussy over her pink panty. Her moaned loudly. Then I removed her panty same way and smooched her pussy while massaging her clitoris with one hand and her asshole with other.After few minutes of intense smooching her pussy, she came in my mouth. After catching her breath she again whispered,She: was this the injection?Me: no, cleaning the spot for. ” She then stepped walked away. Brad’s dad scratched his crotch and he too walked off and said, “You know where that is yea?” I didn’t think he heard me as I said, “Yes Sir.” I walked out and closed the door behind me. I knew where the spare room was. I felt thirsty and I needed a piss. I went to the bathroom first and then I walked down to the kitchen. I had a nice tall glass of water, washed my face. It refreshed me. I stood there for a couple of minutes, finished my drink and I then made.