From Assam we came on transfer to Ahmadabad. There we stayed for five years. In these years I lost my father and mother. I was really lonely in all re...pects. My husband would only bring house hold goods, go to office and sleep. Even after eight years of marriage I was a virgin. I was feeling my life is a waste. I wanted to become a mother, which I felt was my birth right as a woman, but what to do? There was no way out.Then we came to Mumbai on transfer. Here we go a Company accommodation at. "oh Daddy!"that just made the embarrassment worse I grabbed at her arm as she rolled away from me which made me have to climb up on the bed. She stood up on the bed and stepped forward pressing my face right in between her breasts. The smell over took me. It froze me, the warmth and softness of the t-shirt that was stretched over those perfect young tits. She wrapped her arms around my head and smothered me in between them. She rolled me over and straddled me. Sitting down right on top of my. And to my right there was a walk in shower–good grief, a huge shower, big enough for a family of four to wash in all at once. On closer inspection I saw not one but two shower heads and a ridiculously complicated-looking control panel. But even more disconcertingly, as I took a few tentative steps forward I discovered I could see myself from every conceivable angle in the mirrors banding the walls. Every surface glittered beneath the tiny spotlights in the ceiling, the wall tiles above and. "You are anthropomorphizing dogs." You are correct, Nurse Yardley," I admitted, "but I can't imagine being born in the wrong body, as you were."Nurse Yardley was a male-to-female transsexual. If you were observant, I didn't assign a gender to the nurse—I don't know what is appropriate. The Giovannis taught me that there were more than two genders, more than "male" and "female." Nurse Yardley had small breasts that were cone-shaped mounds with tiny areolas—and a shriveled penis that resembling.