I'm doing Sociology, History and Economics, I discovered from thebooks in my suitcase. I was aghast at first because I'd done science subjects asa boy... nearly twenty years ago. Then I read my notes and found I couldunderstand an awful lot of it. Perhaps I've got some memory of my past as Janetsomewhere in my head. I seem to have habits, too. I took my bra off, even on thefirst night here, and put it on next morning without noticing that I was doingit, or how I did it. I didn't notice that my. But we had other plans too. "Time to go into the bedroom, slave. Kneel on the bed with your legs spread and we'll be right in." Obediently you went to the bedroom, kneeling down with your nipples rubbing against the bedspread. You wanted to rub your pussy so bad, but knew your Masters would make you pay if they caught you touching yourself without their permission. Oh well, I guess that's the price I'll have to pay, you thought. Your fingers reached down and spread your lips open, feeling the. She slowly pulled down her bra but didn’t take it off either. Her breasts were so fair and bouncy. It was really big and her nipples were pink.“Can I touch them?” I asked, to which she didn’t reply. I placed my hands on her breasts and felt them. I squeezed them to which she began moaning. She tried lowering her moans by biting her lips. After playing with her breasts for some time, I told her“Even men have a large chest so this is not enough to prove that you are a girl.”She looked puzzled for. When Cassie returned, she found that Johnny was missing. When he, in turn, came back from his own trip to the rest room, his comment that he wasn't feeling well, and could they please go? was accepted without question.They walked out prior to intermission, but not before Cassie caught him sneaking a glance back at the stage, where a lone man in horns and tights pranced elegantly from one side to the other.The ride home was silent on both of their parts, and the peck she gave him on the cheek.