Maine jab use dekha to dekhta hi reh gya ,maine socha 18 ki age me aate hi isse kya ho gya. but fir bhi maine socha ki sister he aisa nhi sochna chiye...BUT ek din me ghar me akela tha ,aur neha bhi collge me gyi hui thi.TO maine socha ke kyo na ek muth mari jay aur jaise hi me muth marne ke liye bathrum ki aur gya usi tme door bell baji. Maine socha sare mudh ki maa chud gyi, but muje kya pta tha ki mera jakpot lagne walla he.Jaise hi maine door khola , wha neha thi, me use dekhte hi dar sa. Beneath the jadestone fabric, breastsWere gentle mounds that swelled her chest;Her hips, curves sharpening her dress,Boosting the beauty of the restOf her many womanly charms;'Twas a daring move, a brilliantDecision: manly ornaments,Although, at first, caused some alarm,Made a stark contrast, most profound,Between breasts, penis, and testesStriking the gath'ring as sexyAnd, though bizarre, also quite sound.It was as if, in fashioning her,The third contestant, seeking depth(And to show that he. It had become clear from the moment he openedhis eyes that he was a girl and that was what everyone expected. He wascalled Rebecca now and no-one so far had showed any sign of thinkinganything was different. He tried to play ill to buy some thinking time,but his usually relaxed mum was having none of it, which was how he hadended up here, having to play along until he could figure out what thehell was going on.***Alice was sat at her desk, having turned up early for the first timeshe could. For days, my sense of time blurred. I was unable to tell night from day, hot from cold, or dream from reality. When I was awake, I often hallucinated, and the only times I ever slept were when I finally managed to pass out from pain or exhaustion, and even then, it never lasted longer than an hour. Lying in bed, in the throws of a seizure, I felt a deep thud in my chest, as if my heart had just slammed against my ribcage. My sweat became clammy and I began to lose my control over my limbs..