"I take it that you have then."I nodded my confession then buried my face in her soft breast again asthough somehow begging absolution. Aunty Bever...y gently prised my facefrom her ripe cleavage and took my jaw in her fingers. Gazing into myupturned eyes she smiled softly."Do you like wearing them?"I was about to deny it but the evidence was totally to the contrary. Themarks said it all. I had obviously been wearing a bra during the nightand nobody had forced me. Aunty Beverly smiled into my. He? She! Aunt had pink nail polish on her toes. Her hair was not quiteas pretty as it had been last night but no one would mistake her for abloke!"Morning Mum, morning Aunt Charlotte, morning Aunt Edwina," I said,kissing each on the cheek.Aunt Charlotte looked at us and smiled. "I see you decided to become agirl again Philippa, and are not wearing the boy's pyjamas we bought youyesterday." she said to my sister.Philippa giggled. "Being a boy is so boring it looks like Kate was rightto. Hetaught me well. The access codes are on the datachip. I've done all thisbecause while I cannot know the reason for you doing so, I *can* be surethat reason is a good one. If you've gone to R.B. this will be what youwanted from him. Me doing it for you instead keeps his hands clean."He paused, and sighed, looking tired."What I'm about to tell you I've told you before. When the machine onCamus II switched our minds it created a link between us that I knewwould enable me to read your memories. He felt the head of his penis against her wet warmth, felt himself entering her, sinking into her. Her arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him close, bringing him deeper inside her.Oh my God, you're so beautiful, he thought, as he moved his fingers through her hair, pushing the dark strands away from her face. You're so beyond me. How is this even possible?Michelle pulled his shirt up to his shoulders, so that he could feel her bare breasts pressing against his chest and her hands sliding.