I'm primarily Paul's housekeeper, not the fill-in for his dead wife or for my missing husband. Birthdays, either his or mine, and Christmas sometimes....Always on New Year's but never on Thanksgiving. That day is a special family day for both of us and time to remember when we both had family. Paul is pretty old and can't do much, but we are fond of each other. That's about it." That sounds fine, Mom. What are we going to do about Dad? He shouldn't be able to get away with what you say was Andrea. When we arrived, he invited me upstairs. “Pour yourself a drink,” he said, “I’ll only be a few minutes”.His living room was pretty spartan, but tastefully decorated. A couch, a coffee table, a TV, a drinks cabinet, a few paintings on the walls, and a small wooden chair. I guess for guests. The afternoon sun was warming the room and creating a lovely atmosphere.I went to the drinks cabinet and found some expensive whiskey. I heard the shower on. He read had some quality drinks. I found two. OK so my waist was abit thicker that I might have liked, but it wasn't too bad and, after all,I had to remind myself that I was a 40 year old mature woman, not someteenage chick! (I suddenly realised that already I was thinking of myselfas a "woman". My transformation still had a long way to go but, as Carolehad promised, I was steadily becoming accustomed to my new role andstatus.) The garment giving me the appearance of a vagina was amazing. Mymale parts had been so successfully squeezed out. It was sleeveless, with a vee neck, and fell toabout six inches above her knees and absolutely hugged her figure. MyGod, she actually has a figure, and her legs were to die for. She waswearing a small gold chain round her neck with a locket, drop earrings,a gold bracelet on one wrist and a tiny watch on the other. She had ondark tights and some very expensive looking heels. I just couldn'tbelieve my eyes and I could feel a stirring in my trousers at was seeingand I had to shift in the chair as.