The way Ellen sees it,I'm a girl now even though that's not really the case. Yes, myappearance is feminine, my mode of dress, my skin, my hair and so...on.Through diet I've become slender, and through shapewear I have asomewhat defined waist. I have been taking propecia, which is doingwonders for my hair, but is also an androgen blocker. I've also beentaking herbal supplements for breast development which may be placebos,but I do have some results to show for it. Small results, but. Wherecould I go to escape the embarrassment of my predicament? My mind wasforced to recall the events of the morning that led me to my currentsituation. It was Saturday morning and I didn't have to be to work at the mall foranother seven hours. A quick breakfast of cold pizza and a Coke gave methe needed energy to consider all the possibilities of the day. Ilounged in front of the television sitting on my sofa flipping throughthe endless line-up of mind-numbing Saturday morning cartoons. . I could not figure out if that was a good thing or bad thing. But before I could decide, Kerry softly stated, “I can see you are enjoying this as much as I am.” I looked back at Kerry, and observed that he had removed his shirt to expose his perfect, shaven chest. My cock immediately extended to its full length.I put on the other heel and stood up to my full height, tightening my calves just a bit to accentuate them. “Yes, very nice, Andrew. Now the wig.” I reached for the wig and placed. As a token of good will, Doug gave a fire starter to their guide and to the chief; both were startled by his generosity.That night, after a couple of drinks of an amazingly good beer, Doug told the chief about their means of travel and offered to have it land at the village the next day. Now, the chief was certain that Doug was a liar, as well as crazy, but he would go along in hopes of getting more fire starters for his people. Doug promised to bring the balloon in to land before the.