Around the end of May some six weeks after Steven put me on hormones Istarted to feel a little weird, for one my sense of smell changed andI became in...reasingly aware of odour and for a few weeks I could notget enough of Seven's musky body odour. I wasn't feeling ill, listlessor anything but I just felt a little odd, and then my nipples starteditching almost to the point of hurting.With Steven working six or so hours of the day, after I had done 'my'wifely duty and taken care of the housework I. She was slim, verging on thin, dressed simply but with some elegance in a cream-colored silk blouse, and dark-gray pleated skirt, and understated gold accessories: just a thin necklace chain and small earrings. She was, as mentioned, wearing her glasses: small, steel-colored frames that I thought gave something of a hard look to her already angular features. She wore very little makeup, aside from a minimal application of eye shadow and lipstick, and wore her long, straight brown hair brushed. ."nah, gonna go hang with the guys, probably...". I couldn't wait for his surprise. And honestly it was a little exciting to imagine us two older women with half a dozen hot young guys....Betty had agreed to host the party, so I went there and we got things ready. I had brought some condoms and a tube of KY....just in case. Maybe the boys would just want the boobs and pizza....I was in the kitchen when there was a knock at the door....Betty and I had put on light tops with no bra, shorts. When we reached Target, we walked around the women’s section for clothes. I normally couldn’t stand clothes shopping with a chick, but with her I had a really good time. She saw a picture of one of the models. ‘Look how tiny she is. Her body is like your girlfriend’s body. That’s what you like, huh? You’re not into curves are you?’ ‘I’m into girls of all flavors,’ I said, feeling pretty suave. She cackled. ‘Oh yeah? Who’s prettier, me or that model right there?’ ‘I can’t lie. You, of course..