Put on the blouse now. Iwant to see whether I found the right fit for you." I can?t do this anymore. I really can?t. It is too much for me, atranssexu...l. Me, a transsexual."I shook my head but Jasmin insisted. She started to unbutton my shirt."We can?t stop now. What would the woman think? I told her you wouldmodel it as a little thank you for letting you in this changing area.Come on, you can do it."Finally I grabbed it from her, took off my own shirt and slipped my armsinside of the blouse.. .”Shaking her head, confused, “what... who...?? Stalk much?!” She looked at him, fuming and regaining her confidence that she could handle this guy, whoever he was.He stepped towards her, into the light, and she could now make out his face. He was not unattractive... she looked into his eyes, directly cross from her own, and a sense of calm and safety flooded over her. They seemed to glow, subtly, and her anger and resistance vanished. She leaned into him warmly as he embraced her. "Thank. Money from Claude's estate enabled Pierre and myself to be educated and ten years later I now run the vineyard having finished university. Pierre was restless after his father's death and took to the sea and is a senior officer on a large container vessel, circling the world every few months. He often sent me gifts from exotic ports of call.Now we are back under the same roof as I prepare for my upcoming wedding. The first night he was back I drifted off to sleep with that image of him and my. ”“Jeannie could I watch you shave your legs?”“Sure, hand me my razor over there and that bar of soap.”I was almost afraid to ask her, but I was having a fit to see her shave her long tan legs.I leaned over to see her lather her legs with the small bar of sweet smelling soap and she held it up for me to smell.“Lavender,” she said and began shaving her legs at her ankles.She kept up a steady conversation the whole time and we laughed and had fun as I watched her every move. I did look at her soap.