I was not prepared to encounter the dark-haired vision that was to be my masseuse. A few inches taller than Erin with light green eyes, full lips that...were quick to jump into a sly smirk when we walked into the spa. Introducing herself as Rita she provided the standard questionnaire and areas to focus/avoid. I have no avoid these area spots. After checking us in Rita walks us back to the changing room. Her white uniform pants hugging firm curves of her ass and thighs, just tight enough to see. My dad's parents still refuse to acknowledge my existence, nomatter how much we try to get through to them. We've even brought inBeverly and my regular shrink to try to talk to them, but to no avail.My mother's parents are almost as bad- whilst they still talk to my mum,they outright refuse to accept that I'm now a girl. My Christmas cardfrom them- which I got at the start of December- refers to me as 'Nick'and has 'to a special grandson' on the front. It's almost as if they'reprepared to love. Within 2 or 3 weeks i become restless and all my dreams and wishes were about getting fucked by that handsome man who made me this way if i had his phone no i will definitely call and beg him to fuck me and make me his wife or his slut or sissy or a slave.At last during my lunch break i got a call from an unknown number which call me priya and tell me this is john actually my body start shivering and i cant even speak I i dont know how my voice lower like female and soft voice at last i say. "Do you mind if I call you Pete?" For a shy girl, she was fairly brimming with words. I mentioned this to her. She sighed and slumped a bit in her chair."I usually am very shy," she said. "I don't turn 14 until the end of the month. Most of the kids at the last school I was at ignored me because learning comes so easy to me. I can tell you a dozen different ways to say 'browner' and at least 50 different ways to say fat."I felt for her. "You're not fat, Wendy," I said softly. "You're cuddly,.