” men ne hastayHoe jawab dya “i dont like it at all.”Wo ek dam ruk gai or meri aankhon men ghoortay hoe heran thee orPoocha ke “what? You dont...like it?” men ne hastay hue jawabDya, “well the cloths are hiding your such beautiful body so ofCourse i hate these cloths” is par ham dono barra hassay. Ye suntay hi wo sharam se laal ho gai or change room me dobara ghusGai. Is bar wo apnay normal kapray pehen kar bahir nikli or kahnayLagi ke wo ye do tops khareed rahi hey, wo dono ek hi type ke. Didn’t know, she thought. Her head spun; if from all the new impressions, the sudden revelation of Chassari being a mother or pure fatigue, she didn’t know but it wasn’t a nice feeling. She clamped her hands around the chair’s armrests. The world seemed a little more real and her spinning head calmed down, at least for the moment.Chassari kissed each of the orange twins on their cheeks and sent them scampering with loud slaps to their bottoms before dashing into the arms of the tall,. ‘I didn’t know.’ ‘She just started seeing him,’ I said. Suddenly, I was happy to be telling Ron that my mother wasn’t coming home, all weekend. As a seventeen-year-old tranny-in-training, I had a crush on Ron still and I often fantasized about having sex with him dressed as my mother. Now, here I was dressed as her and Ron was catching me and smiling about it. Now, I was glad he was hurt that my mom was gone with another man. I, suddenly, saw it as an opportunity to fulfil my fantasy I had. My hostel was well facilitated. Everything including fucking was there.Starting with the story which actually happened with me. I was in third year of my engineering. And used to stay at hostel there we had a maid named bharti (named not changed) she was 30 yrs old. As I was in hyd she was a bit chubby, fair in complexion and a good to fuck lady. She used to come daily to our hostel for sweeping and grooming the floor. She used to visit every room in the morning at about 6.00am.. Usually we.