Until the following morning when I was alone with my Nan and she commented on the movie and she asked me if I liked watching the woman with the big bo...bs; to say I was stunned was an understatement, but she had an ulterior motive for asking me that changed my outlook on women forever. My Nan asked me if I thought all women looked like her with boobs like hers and how would I feel about a woman if her breasts were quite different. I was unsure how to answer, as unknown to my Nan, I had already. In fact, I think I even said it out loud as I stood there, my prick tenting my boxers, my pants clenched in my fist, frozen in indecision. “God, you have nice tits.” Apparently, Princess Bubble agreed with me. Yes, she was awake, and yes, she nearly naked too, wearing only a pair of blue lace panties. For the record, she had great tits too. Definitely more to my taste. I should have turned the cam off and let them be. I couldn’t. I was mesmerized. Also, I was very curious. I’d have bet my. How could I have made such a mistake about thetime? And what was I going to do now? I hardly remember walking home. Iwas in a sort of trance. I had expected to be returning to boy mode onMonday, but my large silicone tits were still firmly attached to mychest. And I had to go to work tomorrow. I wondered about phoning in tosay I was sick, but that wasn't really an option. It would have been OKfor a day or maybe even two. But not for two weeks. And I didn't haveany holiday entitlement left this. Didi asked me to lie down. She climbed from the other side of the bed and opens the box of yellow wax. “Bhaiya, please put your arms over your head.” Before applying the hot wax to my armpits, she gently moves her petite hands across a shallow jungle in my underarms. She places her left hand on my chest (just above the edge of the deep cut vest) were a few hairs were popping out for support, and starts gently rubbing hot wax by her bare hands on my left armpit.She pulls the wax-strip away in a.