"Tomorrow, Jen, you start training when you get home from work and every night thereafter. Before I go to work we will train together," I said."Sounds...good to me, but don't forget about our date on Tuesday night," she said."Oh, I haven't, we are going to do this voyeur style, aren't we - same room sex," I said laughing."Hmm, hadn't thought about doing it like that," she replied. "But it sounds like a plan."By now it was time for me to get ready to go to work. We went into the bedroom. I. But soon I can see you are getting uncomfortable. Your cock doesn't seem to have enough room in your pants anymore. I ask if you would like to undo yourself to feel better so you do. We continue talking non-chalantly. I take off my top but you can't see me. You can hear me though and I'm sure you've figured it out. I take your hand and allow you to feel one of my hard nipples. You let out a moan so I know you want to do it some more. But I won't let you. Instead, I tell you to remove all of. It was as if I was the last person to know who I really was. How couldthese people have seen the woman in me when I could not?Esmerelda had certainly done her best to destroy the last vestiges ofmasculine appearance. I had visited her the week before for some adviceon things such as gestures, and she had provided me with some pills anda hair and skin treatments. On that Monday morning I had received afull makeover. My hair was coloured and curled, and I received a facialand make up. And a. This excited my ego, until I remembered that the image was one more associated with the Zodiac sign for Aquarius than my rugged masculine form. Even as paint touched the canvas, I could sense the changes around me. I couldn't really understand why I could feel my surroundings, sense the warm Mediterranean air and feel the sun's heat on my hands and arms. I was still immobile, and still aware of everything that was happening outside, away from the canvas.When he finally put his brushes down, I.