"Come in." I called and she opened the door, in a bra and jeans. "Can't quite get this shut, help?" She said to me with a confident look and walked up...to me, spun around and held the back of her lacy black bra together. "Uh, sure." I was really surprised but I shut it slowly and she turned around, breasts in my face. She smiled and her bright pink lips curled and I smiled back. Then, she sat on my lap, facing me and kissed me. When her lips touched mine, I roamed my tounge with hers and she. "Damn, it looks so good, but we won't be able to milk her for her sissyshakes, will we?" Actually yes, for a while you will. Once the hormones take over, shewon't be able to ejaculate anyway, other than a tiny amount of seminalfluid--sperm production will cease and depending upon the length of timeshe takes the hormones, it may not start again." But you've put implants in her--how long will those last?" A year, besides the booster injections and the prolactin, the oralcontraceptives and. . kid.” The way she said kid, she was flirting with me. Or teasing at least. I almost smacked her ass as she walked away, but despite our recent intimate connection, that is something I would never do. Oh, why the Hell not, but as I reached out she was already too far away. I watched the way her hips moved, then sighed. It would have been fun to see how she reacted. With resignation I walked back into school.Lunch was inedible, but I expected that. On the plus there was a peanut butter square. But when Kay and I surfaced a strange thing happened. My mother, who seemed to have forgotten or forgiven the business with the jeans and knickers, was sitting in the kitchen looking puzzled."I think I must be going doolally," she told us. "I put a load of washing in my bedroom drawer without drying it. It was still soaking wet. It must have been there a while because it was starting to smell. I can't remember doing it at all. Isn't that peculiar?"As we sat there listening to the hum of the.