But it was just what Gladyswanted. A full set of large women's breasts. Large, heavy pendulousbreasts that would jiggle and swing with every movemen... always there toremind Timmy that he was no longer a real man.Of course under the lace trimmed pink panties he now wore, the ones thatmatched his pink baby doll nightgown there was little traces of Timmy'smanhood left. He was totally smooth now from his plucked eyebrows down,the female hormones and laser electrolysis ensured he would stay. But, he always liked talking to his mother, Sandy, when he got home from school every day.Will wasn't old enough yet to know what sex was all about, but Sandy was so horny and so lonely with Tom not having come around that she was desperate. She couldn't describe it really but she was burning with the desire of having a male's sexual attentions -- Tom's, her husband's, any males and she wasn't getting any attention at all. She was desperate to change that."Hi, Will, how's my boy this. His first light touch on her knotting clit elicited a groan of appreciation from deep inside her throat, her chest heaving even as she pushed the air in her lungs over her vocal chords in an involuntary answer of welcome to his arrival between her legs. The heat of her sex transmitted itself through his fingers, hands, arms and torso, until it spread like wildfire into his groin.“I want you” was all she whispered. “Can we go somewhere to be alone?”. He wracked his brain to think of somewhere. Her being a non-driver, Gethin could take her to Birmingham instead of Mark. By changing the date of their meetings, it meant that the couple could “perhaps get in alternate trysts each month, and a swap weekend too” so, they all waited eagerly for the next trip out. Meanwhile the brickie came, rebuilt the pond wall and strengthened it at the same time. all for a reasonable fee. They tidied up the area, Mark only losing one of his precious fish from the original trauma!A little vanilla.