The old nuns had died off and no young girls had been attracted to devote themselves to being a nun. The Catholic Church agreed to a long term lease t... the French Government. The small nun's cells were knocked two into one and an extensions was built onto the main building to house the Care workers. The chapel was converted into a Recreation area. The old central toilets were partially changed to showers and the toilets were changed for modern ones – except the punishment toilet which was were. Was all I said. I quickly hid a devilish smile because I knew what was going on. Since the Monday two weeks ago Melissa got female hormones through every meal. The application dose she got was two times higher than the normal dose a pre-op-transsexual got, so I hoped it would take less time to change her. Melissa had to squeeze her fake boobs a bit but she closed her bra. Other effects of the hormone therapy were that her skin began to smooth, her hips started to get rounder and softer and her. But how many artists can capture the real you inside so everyone can see it?" She turned back to her easel and started drawing again. "But I'm not like this!" I objected."No, it's perfect," cooed an unfamiliar voice. Some old lady had come up and was looking at my picture! My face flamed and I tried to hide the drawing, but she snatched it right out of my hands! "Bonnie, I swear you get better every year. Don't you think so, Sue?" She was showing it to another lady, who was nodding in. I was taking her to the Bus stand again (repeating the act of 2003?). I, this time, took a decision to finger the auntie and see if she was ready for a sexual relation. First I kept my left palm near her right thigh and tested her reaction. She was neutral. No reaction. Good, I thought. I now pressed the back of my fingers into the outside of her thigh. She did not move away. In a fit of madness I removed my palm and pushed it roughly behind the small of her back and caressed. Still there was.