She was the only one in her family who’d been inflicted with Steatopygia a genetic malady that skipped around her family over the generations in her...Louisiana based family. ‘It’s just been a problem for most of my life and it makes me feel, like-well, like a freak of nature doctor.’ She found herself tearing up as the doctor offered her a box of tissues. ‘Come now, things really aren’t that bad are they Monet?’ she’d noted that was the second time he used her first name and although she didn’t. She noticed the association between my words and actions and asked, “You like older women?”“Yes, I like them,” I admitted, as I began to fully harden under her gaze.“Seems that you do,” she said, nodding at my hand around my cock and letting out a slight giggle.“You still want to watch me?” I asked, feeling a thrill as she looked at what I was doing.“Yes, please. Is that ok?” she asked me.I nodded, and then asked, “Are you going to continue too?”“Yes. Does that excite you? That an older woman. I saw my GP that week, who referred me to a counsellorwho didn't take much time to diagnose me with a case of gender dysphoriaand start me on a course of hormone replacement therapy. Upon meetingwith my headmaster, he agreed to several compromises to allow me tocontinue attending school. I would wear trousers- even though the uniformguide stated that girls HAD to wear skirts- and wouldn?t take part in anyPE lessons until the end of term, and if I needed to use the toilet, I?duse the staff. " Mom is going to wig out," giggled Vanessa, sipping her straw andhanding him a coffee."Oh you're here now, too?" whined Bob, sarcastically taking his coffee."Great?" Just sip slowly through the straw and that lip color is set, anyway,"said Claire, spinning his chair. "Here, you take a look for yourselfwhile I go get everything together for you." Maybe just not yet, in case you choke on it." Tara pulled it awaybefore he could sip it."Shiittt," sighed Bob softly, stifling himself, mortified as.