I sat on the top of a half barrel in the back kitchen of my landlady’s house watching my new close acquaintance Francine cook some eggs freshly coll...cted from the chickens in her grandmother’s barn that were well kept survivors of the war and producing without a worry in their head about what came tomorrow. It was impossible for me to drag my eyes from her shifting buttocks under her thin fabric summer dress that showed off her heart-shaped bottom to absolute perfection. I remembered with a. He grabbed his bags and headed for the door."I love you too. Bye!" I blew him a kiss and closed the door behind him. "Time to relax." I plopped myself on the couch and turned on the tv. I had strict plans to watch tv, drink two bottles of wine and stumble to bed at 3 a.m. Although there was the matter of Gerald. It's Friday night, I thought, He's probably busy with his kids or something. I slipped into some thin fabric shorts and a tube top. It was just too hot for underwear. I popped the cork. Not at all.”“Then what? Is this about Maria?”He nods slowly, his eyes cast down. “Let me tell you, Sarah. When someone you loved, someone you thought you knew, someone you were going to marry and spend the rest of your life with breaks up with you out of the blue and comes out of the closet, there are two reactions.”“What?”“The first is ‘whew,’” he makes an overdramatic display of wiping his forehead. “Talk about dodging a bullet! Can you imagine if we got married and then she came out? I mean,. He shook his head in disbelief.He dried himself off and again felt irritation on his chest as herubbed the bath towel over his torso.He walked to the wall mirror in the bedroom and stared at his full-bodynaked reflection. He gasped in dismay and shock. "This can't behappening."As hard as he tried he could not pull his gaze away from his chest,where two small breasts had taken form. They were not large. Theyweren't even an A-cup. But they were breasts nonetheless and they wereon his chest.He.