"What's going on?" My voice remained unchanged.The Master looked me up and down. "You were doing everything you could toresist the change! I had to se...rch your mind for 20 minutes just trying tofind something! You were supposed picture the woman you were going tobecome!" he was spitting in my face and through the mask I couldn't lookaway from his angry, angry eyes. He took his hand and forcibly cupped mycrotch between my legs. "You're still female where it counts, aren't you?"he lifted his. I became an orphan when my parents died in a car accident when I was 4. Since then I have lived in an orphanage in Kolkata.When I first came I was very sad. I didn’t really know what happened to my mom and dad, and I missed them terribly, crying myself to sleep most nights. During the days and months, I was in a kind of a daze, not really making any friends, just letting the orphanage routines carry me along.Eventually, I began growing up and becoming more aware of the world around me. I did. " Good you're learning, if you keep forgetting I'm gonna have to teach you that too."She slips her foot out of her shoe lifts my skirt up and she pats my knees motioning me to spead. I pull my legs apart and feel her foot go close to my panties feeling the top and going slowly down massaging my clit with her big toe. I bite on to my lower lip, trying not to make a noise or let her see that she is pleasuring me. I cannot let her have that satisfaction. My hands touch her foot."Hands above the. As I explored, my hands went close enough for me to know I was wet. I ran my hands all around the top of my legs just barely touching the smooth, but spiky, place where my pubic hair should be. My pussy is bare and part of me likes that I’m keeping it that way just for me, because I like it that way. But I would like to share it, to feel someone else’s fingers running over the sensitive skin for a change. Or their mouth. I run the fingers of both hands over my mound and down, pulling in.