It was my twenty-fifth birthday and my wife wanted to fulfill my mosterotic fantasies. She had gone on my computer to my private bookmarks andread all...my favorite stories from the sites that I looked at when I wasalone.I had been begging to be caught and now I was relishing this day as I wasreborn.When I reached my goal, I rose to my knees and began to kiss. I hesitantlyused my lips gently, running my tongue on the outside folds and lapping upher juices. As I continued, her hands took my head. We got our bathing suits on and went down to the pool, jumped in making great splashes and swam around for a while and then got out and began to dry off."Hi, Amber, what's up?" I heard from over the front fence on the side yard; it was my across-the-street neighbor, Scott, a year younger that Mandy and me."Oh, come in, Scott, the gate's unlocked," and in he came carrying his basketball."Heard all the splashing and thought I'd see what you were up to. Hi, Mandy" Hi, Scott, have a seat," I said. I was starting tofear that I was going to be a toy to them though. I wondered who thisMaster was and what was his nefarious plans for me.The glue felt wet and cold and I was told to hold the breasts in placefor a few moments will the glue set. After that I released them feelingthe strange weight now on my chest. She went to get the matching braand had me put that on. I glanced in the mirror and gazed at my newfeminine shape.I was led to the beautician's chair and strapped in so that I could. An almost irritating sound, because she knew that sound was trying to get her attention and she didn’t want to wake up from this dream. She felt perfectly comfortable, floating in ... what? She was floating in something, because she was wet. She decided she was lying on a beach somewhere, because she could feel the surf breaking over her as it ran up the beach. It felt good ... cool and refreshing.The sound wouldn’t go away. Something was pressing against her lips, and she tried to turn her.