No demure look from her. In all my 24 years, I had never felt a gaze enter me and look at my inner core in such a way. I looked down at my own body to...see that I was well presented, acceptable. My dark blue dress did look good on my body. A little cleavage, a little above the knee. When I looked back up, she was there. I smelt her perfume. She was still looking at me, but now with a slight smile. She went past me and as she did, she beckoned me with her finger to follow. I did!We entered the. *Snap* Samantha's tongue reached out and stroked Hannah's clit and they both moaned. She licked her up and down and could feel Hannah fighting the same battle she had just fought herself, not to give too much away in front of the camera. Finally she settled in on the spot she knew was the right one, just above Hannah's clit, so that the down stroke of her tongue would bring Hannah to the peak. *Snap* She slid two of her fingers back into Hannah's throbbing hole and worked them back and forth.. First they didn't recognize me, but finally I convinced them I ammyself (I had to show my new vagina to my mother, to convince her, ofcourse I told nothing about the thing with the "engorged clitoris"). Mydocuments were easier, all was done as if I went through a genderreassignment therapy.With the time acceptance grew, as well as my breasts and my butt. Now Iwear D sized bras. This was surely due to my new ovaries pumping hormonesinto my blood stream. Vera made me go through a biopsy to test. .”“I know! Not the best place to do it. And then he went and left before we could make up, stupid bastard! And Mr. B., can I tell you another secret?”I nodded, finding it rather hard to talk with any kind of normality, not being used to conversing with young women while fondling their tits.“Dirty words get me really you-know-what!”From the tone of her voice, and the intimacy of her confessions, I thought I knew what she was getting at.“You mean,” I swallowed and went on boldly, whispering in.