”“Thanks, Mr. Spencer. I appreciate it.”Mrs. Spencer had set out some fruit, cookies, and drinks, and we all sat at the kitchen table. Dinner wa... planned for 6:00pm, but it was going to be light — chicken caesar salads — given nobody knew how much Karin would want to eat or how tired she was going to be. Given the time difference, it was early evening in Sweden, so Karin’s internal clock wasn’t telling her to sleep just yet.Karin fielded questions about her trip and about things she wanted to. "Then Amy Lawrence, my former male teacher, explained in detail the process she went through to became a female. I listened intently, enjoying her story for itself because her ability as a teller of tales had not been lost at all. At the end I was burning with questions but somehow I could only find the one."But what does it feel like to be a girl?" I suppose its different for everyone, but for me its been a rebirth. I can see a future rather than a grey haze in front of me. And my whole body. She daintily wiped her dirty mouth before bunching her skirts around her waist. She wore black, French cut lace. They were specially ordered and made for her. The panties cost $1,500. She loved them. However, she didn’t think twice when ordered by her loving husband. She slipped them over her shapely, toned ass, down her long, well-shaved legs and eventually removing them from her self. She handed the expensive, gorgeous panties to her husband before returning to her previous state, on her. But, even so, she was more than willing to do it again.And her second time was so much better! And her third time, and the fourth... Sex just seemed to get better and better, until she felt no more pain. Just pleasure, lots of pleasure.But Linda was not like Julie. Julie loved Billie Holiday, FranÁois Truffaut and Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Linda liked Led Zeppelin, romantic comedies, horror movies and didn't care for books.And Linda was not bisexual.Sure, she had thought about it. When Julie came.