M. I usedthe back door, entered the pantry and put on the light in the kitchen.Just off the kitchen was a family room with a sofa. The kitchen lightil...uminated the room slightly and I noticed that my father was asleep onthe sofa. I moved closer and, since it was summer, he slept only with hisboxer shorts. My mother was asleep upstairs. A closer look revealed hisboxer shorts opened and his flaccid cock in full view. I was fascinated.I devoured that scene of almost total nudity, his gray hair on. I went to a few stores, bought a dress and a skirt, a few tops and a few thongs from the older lady in Victoria Secret that made sure to tell me that my breasts looked even larger and healthier than they had. I went home and thought for the first time about the chamber. Why did I buy these clothes when I could easily just go back and change myself? I wanted big boobs, but dear lord, I never realized what they would bring. I never appreciated that I didn’t have to worry about bras and clothes. But that didn't stop me from admiring the black ring in my hands. The ring was almost impossibly black and threaded through it were the most subtle viens of dark purple, almost blending in with its dark surroundings. It was heavy in the palm and I tested it on my left middle finger. It fits perfectly, and when I say perfect I mean legitimately perfect. No ring had ever felt this comfortable.What was the most strange though is the way I felt after slipping it on. I felt suddenly alive, like a. It wasn't until I met Jim during my sophmore year in college that I discovered my true nature.Jim was the teaching assistant in the Chemistry lab that I was in. I never got the jist of Chemistry, all those letters and chemicals were a bit confusing. Also, the danger of all those chemicals had me a bit skittish. My lab partner was another girl that lived in the same dorm as me. During the early part of the semester, we struggled and didn't seem to get much help from the assistants. We would get.