Cautiously she stood up and taking very small steps, headed for the bathroom to see what she looked like as Cindy.She was still staring at herself whe... Terry retuned wearing boy's jeans, a black football shirt that hid his teddy and regular sneakers. "Wow Cindy, you look great!" Terry exclaimed from the bathroom door. So enchanted with her image, Cindy did not notice the boys clothing on Terry. "I feel so different. I look like a girl. Well not a great looking girl, but feminine, you know,. I had just then learned driving and hesitantly decided to use the car. I wore a white cotton saree and as I was going to the parlor for whole body waxing I decided not to wear my costly bras.A look at the mirror before leaving brought smile to me on seeing my own huge breasts. But as I was going in a car from home to parlor I didn’t mind it. Had I gone in bus or taxi, a hundred pairs of eyes might have ogled at my heavy boobs that day. We had bought a new BMW car the previous month.So I was. But hey, that's just me. Some of you reading this story may appreciate breasts. If that's the case, then let me tell you right now, mom hardly had any tits to speak of. Now don't get me wrong, my mom wasn't entirely flat-chested either. She's a large A-cup woman. Let's leave it at that. But she more than makes up for her deficiency in breast tissue with her one-inch long, finger-width nipples. I confirmed this one day when I accidentally walked in on her when she was in the bathroom. “Is that *sniffle* really all?”“You were willing to offer up that sweet ass of yours pretty quickly. Clearly, you don’t consider your two virginities as equals, why should I?” She didn’t respond, but she didn’t argue, either, and that seemed to be the most important takeaway. “Well, Rachel,” I said, standing up, “I believe you remember where the bedroom is.” I gestured for her to go ahead of me, smacking her firmly on the ass as she passed me. She shot me a wounded look over her shoulder but.