“I can’t wipe my bum.” Having spoken the bathroom door opened and in she strolled. Obviously seeing my problem she spoke, “Stand up.” Hea...ing this I did exactly as instructed. While reaching for some tissue she said, “Now lean forward and put your legs slightly apart.” I did as I was told and as she began to clean up the mess my face came into contact with her heaving bosom. Smelling the beautiful perfume of her body I could now stare straight down the front of her dress; and as I did. "It's obvious that she ismeant to be a woman."Bishop looked at Stephan."Don't look so shocked my dear. It's much more fitting to refer to youas female, now; ... there's little trace of your maleness. In fact,with each passing day you will become more feminine. So I guess you'llneed a new name," stated Bishop.Stephan just nodded meekly."Stephanie would be the obvious choice, but it doesn't fit you. No, Ithink something different," he said. "I think Natasha is nice name foryou." Natasha?" asked. We were to meet for lunch at the pub near work, which again was a surprise as Tash had never wanted to go for a pub lunch before.She was wearing a tight blouse and trousers that showed off her ass perfectly, we got a table and ordered our food, then Tash sat close next to me, and complained about her bf going travelling, like I could do anything, I asked what was bothering her, she told me she needed some sex, I suggested we go out that night to the student area of Manchester to find her a. Helen was ostracized for lies told about her; women stayed away from Mark because of the truths he told about himself. But the end result was similar and Mark and Helen got together for that third date even though Helen was dubious and uncertain about the lovemaking style and sexual fulfillment to which Mark had alluded. But what did virgin, untouchable Helen know? Maybe this was just different strokes for different folks; even if the strokes were delivered by a cane, riding crop or whip. Who.