"Yes of course on Earth. Where did you think you were?"Tristan took a shuddering breath. "But I have been away for over four years."She shook her head...one eyebrow raised. "No, you have been here about two weeks." She tucked in his sheets. "Would you like your bed raised a little? There is someone here to see you."Tristan nodded not daring to speak as the tightness in his chest made it difficult to breathe.The nurse raised the head of the bed so Tristan was sitting up. "Thank you." The words. . stood in a maroon tank top and jean shorts. The originalphoto didn't properly reflect the cute black hair in a ponytail or thepiercing blue eyes. My face was young, 12 was certainly a better guessthan 13 or 14. This was further confirmed by the training bra I hadrealized I was wearing. I was certainly a girl who was just coming intowomanhood. My male curiosity got the better of me as I pulled the topaway from my chest and looked down to discover two small and buddingbreasts.At that. Often I would getcomments from guys who would try to hit on me. I was flattered andeven a bit excited, but I never reciprocated, that is until now.Let's fast forward to a year ago. I met a wonderful woman named Sandyhere in NYC and we hit it off right away. She always loved to wearsilky thongs and matching bras and garterbelts. Always in matchingsets... And, she had the best collection of stockings, which she wouldwear all of the time. Even when we were in bed... She was definitelymy kind of. When we had gotten each other cleaned up, Chelsea stood up, (Her boobsswung so sexily.) reached out for a big fluffy towel she wrapped aroundherself, and then helped me to my feet and wrapped a towel around mejust like hers. She grabbed another towel for her hair and one formine, which she wrapped around her and my heads like turbans, and westepped out of the bathtub together. (Yes, she had to help me keep fromfalling.)Chelsea blow dried our hair, splashed body moisturizer all over ourbodies,.