Abhi pandit ji dhire dhire uske taraf hi apna haath badha rahe the. Mera dil bohot jor se dhadakne laga.Aakhir mein pandit ji ne dhire see mere lower ...oob ko chhuya. Kya batau bohot acha lag raha tha woh sparsh. Fir unhone apni ek ungli mere nipples ke around ghumani shuru kii. Main moan karne lagi. Tabhi pandit ji ne jor see mere boobs pakde aur dabane lage. Mere nipples dabane lage. Main toh jhad gayi thi.Jor jor se chillane lagi, “Aur jor se dabaiye.” Woh josh mein jor se dabane lage aur. The bed and room looked clean as well as new and well are for.The body I'd inherited was a mystery, and I decided to start there and see what I could figure out about my new life. When I moved my arms, I saw I was quite diminutive. My wrists were thin and the hands at the end were slender and small. That led to a more deliberate examination, and I lifted the bed sheet and gown away from my body, and saw a girl under there!Holy Crap!I was a girl, and a very small girl at that. I couldn't see my. My mom and me had a same body size. So I thought to full crossdressing time. I found a panty and a bra from my moms cupboard . I removed my cloths and start to dress. Removed my all the cloths. And start to dressing. And put a wig. Then did makeup by own.. finishing up and I look at glass I colud Imagine It was me. Then start to practise some traditional danceing . I play music and strat to dance. About 30 mins Dance contionously. Then I heard the sound of door bell. I thought I will be my. ” Ruth said before disconnecting.“I’m going out!” she declared happily pulling off her clothes, “On a date!”“Naked?” I asked.And then Ruth smiled; smiled in that huge bright way of hers, that way that always made my pussy dampen with empathy and desire. I didn’t want to be gay; I liked men with their big muscles, stiff cocks, and desperate need for female approval. Yet there it was, that disturbing desire for sweet good sexy Ruth.I have big blond hair, big breasts, and a tendency to wear short.