Ab story ase hai hmare ghar k pas garmiyo ki chhutiyo me ek ladki jiski umar koi 18 saal thi rehne k liye aayiDikhne me jada sohni nhi thi but uska fi...ur mast tha.thode hi dino me mohalle me charche ho gye the uske..sala har koi chodna chahta tha use…mera b dil kiya ki ise choda jaye par kese…unke ghar me chhote bche the do jine uthane k bahane m aksar unke ghar jaya krta tha is bich meri use batchit ho gyiOr kuch din bad hmare nmbrs b exchange ho gye fer whatsapp pe hmari baat hone lgi dhire. So I went to hall and started to finger my self. As I was fingering I heard the door bell.I wore the robe properly and went to open the door. It was Bruke, Jim’s friend. He said y u r in this dress. I said I was going to get ready as we were going to my parents house. He asked me where is Bruke. I said he is taking in shower. I called him in and asked him to take a seat and ask him to wait for Jim. He said it will be nice to be in ur company till he comes. I said ok and sat. He asked me I have. There had been more changes. His hands had become slimmer. Theywere smooth and soft, with long slender fingers and were quitebeautiful. Except they were the hands of a woman on his arms. Notthat those arms looked at all out of place with the hands.His feet were smaller, even delicate in their shape and size now.With trim feminine looking ankles leading to smooth curves of calvesand thighs that gleamed in the light.Walking was different, because of the smaller feet, and he was surehis hips had. They burned without smoke, stocked with what looked like charcoal or something similar, their heat adding to the already sweltering temperature of the jungle.Long tables lined the center of the hall, spaced out between the fire pits. They appeared to have been carved from the wood of the tree as well, along with the benches to either side of them. Their legs transitioned seamlessly into the floor, the same growth rings visible in their varnished surfaces. It must all have been treated with some.