When she stood in front of me, she was slightly embarrassed by it and tried to pull her shirt off her bra which did little to disguise her nipples. T...e shirt was damp enough that it just clung to her bodyBeing a gentleman I didn’t say anything. But she didn’t ignore and said, “Hey you got me all wet and look at me.” I laughed as she splashed water at me. In a surprising move she pulled off her shirt and walked outside to lay it in the sun. I had to notice her tight torso and her ample. I was going to do all the things I would have loved a woman to do for me, but instead I was going to be that woman. I finished with my dainty white bridal lingerie, lacing the cute bustier up and moved on to taking the new tags from a very short, shiny, red mini skirt and black short vinyl jacket that looked so slutty with the white lingerie under it and the garters peeking out from under the short skirt. You could totally see the little crease underneath my tiny white bubble butt. So sexy. I. Now here she was, all alone in the library, with her one time boyfriend Tom and she was reading his book about ‘Sexual Attraction.’ It was all rather surreal. She flicked through the pages and stopped at a one of the pictures. It was a picture of a topless model. The caption explaining that soft porn magazines for men abounded, as men are more easily turned on by visual stimuli than women. Sarah turned the book around and held it up. ‘According to the book you should really like this,’ she said. My waist istiny in comparison and, now with my new breasts, my figure should be nearperfect. I have always had tiny feet for a man and my hands lookperfectly feminine. My Adam's apple was lopped off two years ago, so anytelltale signs of masculinity have been erased, except for that one tinydetail that Helen says I should never touch. She wants me to keep mylittle prick and testicles to remind me of the man I once was. She findsit deeply erotic that she changed me from who I was to who I am.