She just finished her junior year at school and was now home for the summer. Emily came over to my house one Saturday morning to give me a hand with m... house chores. Emily had ripened into a beautiful woman. She had her mother's large breasts and wide hips. Emily also liked to wear tight fitting clothes when she visited me. I wasn't sure if this was just her normal way of dressing or if she was trying to turn on her grandfather a little bit.We were in the kitchen washing dishes. Emily had taken. He couldn't tell the truth if his life depended on it and he had a problem with violence toward women. He hadn't been in her life much and it was by his choice.When she brought my food I thanked her and said, "I hope this isn't too forward, but you are a very pretty young woman. You have an exotic look that catches a man's eye.' She smiled and her eyes lit up "No, um, thanks,' she blushed a little and went back to work. The smile never left her face the entire time I was there and my drink. We went to malls, and the cinema, andmuseums as well as church. I was of course on my best behaviour. I lovedgoing to museums and old buildings, but all the time, I felt like atrophy. It was auntie showing everyone that she controlled a boy dressedas a girl. She would boast when she came home, telling me that everyonethought I was a pretty girl and everyone accepted me. I would smile, butinside my head was turmoil. Did others know who or what I really was?I was no longer a pageboy. I was being. I could feel the heat of your pressing body as you swelled beneath me. But we both knew that there were better things to come as I worked my way to your neck. With my lips I felt you shiver as I tickled the almost invisible downy blonde hairs at the base of your lithe neck. I could feel your breathing becoming more irregular as continued and began to kiss and lick your beautiful breasts. I lingered more there, lost in your perfect form. Running my large hands across your flat stomach I felt you.