4 53kg bisexual lady (I know that now when this story happened I had no idea of it).Well to start this story I was on those day in a gay relationship ...nd wanted to surprise my partner with complete makeover of myself as a girl. It was his birthday on 24 jan so I planned a big and adventures date for him. To prepare for big day I got my whole body waxed and went for shopping some of the girls’ clothing, for that I went to central mall which is nearby my home, it was bit weird for a men to shop. Clue three was movement. Unless you are in a sports bra, there is a natural movement to breasts, even in a regular bra. Natural breasts seem to flow gently as you moved. Fake breasts, especially inexpensive ones, seem to move as a unit, there is no suppleness in the motion. it was more like a ball moving up and down in a sock than a soft breast bouncing slightly.We both knew that high-quality breasts, the really good ones, are impossible to tell from real ones by such movement. But we didn't. When my mother died in 1869, my father hung himself. After that I was raised in a foster home until I was eighteen. I was given my inheritance, which had collected a lot of interest in twelve years. I gave my foster family some of the money and then moved back into my birth home. ‘I lived on my own for a long time, working hard and investing my money wisely. I fell in love with my neighbor’s cleaning girl. She was the oldest child in her family and all of the money she earned went to help feed. ” He stopped breathing on my hands, but continued to clutch them. My stomach was doing flips, and it took every ounce of self-control I had to keep my breathing steady. There were goosebumps all over my body.“Can I, uh... Can I ask you a question, Kellie?”His voice was timid in a way that I wasn't used to hearing it. I tried to ignore the concern it automatically sent through me. “Of course, Jack. You can ask me anything; you know that.”Though he smiled slightly at my words, the bit of worry in.