But most ofall, I had grown used to life as a woman, and in particular a marriedwoman. I knew that I could never return to life as a man, and I did n...twant to.History records that I committed suicide as my husband the Emperor Nerohad done, in June of that same year - the year that became known as "theYear of Four Emperors". My friends came forward to testify that theyhad seen me jump. They buried the body with care and a small amount ofceremony. After all, I had been the wife or mistress,. I was hiding those magazines in my textbooks and was busy studying them!!The hormone therapy lasted for 1 full year – and in that year, I more than compensated for the non puberty in the previous years …I filled out my boobs…It didn’t come close to my sister’s but it was still ok comparable to my classmates – and my figure became more feminine as well. The hair growth became more controlled and I was more in control of my lust! I was still highly sexual…masturbating almost daily and I liked. Her feet smelled exactly likie a girls would who just cheered at a soccer game for 2 hours. The captain took her beautiful feet to his face and smelled them, holding them with one hand and jacking off with the other. He ran his hand down her smooth muscular leg and then he said give me a fucking foot job. He placed her feet on his raging hard cock. He could still smell their sweety aroma while she massaged his cock with her beautiful sweaty toes. He started moaning and within 5 minutes he came. ” Lizbeth and Daniel shot each other a look but did not argue with their mother any longer. They would still rather go to the cabin, then not go to the cabin at all, though they were not going to pretend that they were happy about it. It was not that they did not like their sister, they loved her. They just liked to party and have a good time and she was not that type of girl. She was more brains than fun. A geek or nerd but the extreme standards. “Maybe she doesn’t even want to go,” Lizbeth.