I did not wear a necklace. A gold wristwatch and a singlestrand of gold chain on my right wrist and my left ankle, were my onlyother jewelry. I drew a...line of expensive perfume between my breasts andput a dab on my elbows and knees. Then, smiling, I dabbed a little on mypanties. By the time Cheryl and Brenda arrived I was ready to go. My redpurse held my money and drivers license, a small brush and a tampon.Brenda and Cheryl stood, looking at me, staring even, in awe at thewoman I had become.. I also had the idea that I shouldn’t tell anyone on an open forum which establishment I was in charge of yet. It was just a gut feeling.Before I knew it, there was a hard knock on my door. On instinct I checked my phone as if I had forgotten something. A cold shiver rocked my spine. It had been just over two hours since I came back to reality. With a dry mouth I robotically went and opened the door. “Mr. John Micheals?”, asked one of two unassuming men in three piece suits? I had to swallow. One hand on a breast and one on thatvibrator and all was well with the world.It didn't take me long to figure out where the buttons are and how topush them, and for the next two hours I pushed, and pushed, and pushed,and finally quit when I noticed that the bed was wet with sweat (and me)and I was spent.When I relaxed a bit I started to wonder what had just happened. I was aheterosexual guy, now a girl but not interested in men, and I needed toconvince my wife to love me as a girl by becoming. Meri mom ka naam Ravinder Kaur hai. Unki age 42 years hai,bahut sexy , or navel deep hai. Ek purane khayalo ki aurat hai wo hamesha khud ko cover krke rakhti thi saree se.Mere dad ki death ho gyi thi jab mai 12th class me tha.Mom bahut akela feel krti thi ghar pe . Dad ki pension se ghar chalta tha.Ye kahani hai tab ki hai jab mai 12th class me tha. jab papa ki death hui . meri mom bathroom methi bathroom ki window me 1 hole tha jisse mene mom ke dekha . Unke mote boobs,deep navel or moti.