’ ‘When were you planning to tell me who you were?’ I asked, knowing we still hadn’t gotten to the hard questions. ‘I didn’t have a plan...,’ he groaned, shamefacedly putting his hands up to his forehead, then slowly dragging them down. ‘Part of me wanted to see if we could just start fresh. A new life together, a happy life again. Cut ties and move somewhere new. I wasn’t pretending to be someone else. Everything you know of Scott is true – it’s me.’ ‘But if I remembered… or when we inevitably. "eeeeyyaaaahhhh! Ghannggjh!" Did it hurt darling? It won't hurt for long. Just like the last time,the pain goes away."Retching sounds. Take the bit out. She may throw up. She'shyperventilating... wait.OK, she's recovering."Oh my God, you sadist! You beast! You fucking bastard!" Here girl, a pain killer, some water." Girl, be a little more pleasant or I'll have to reeducate you...remember? You can go to bed now... enough excitement for tonight. Letsgo, I'll lock your chain to the floor. The hair grew thick on both sides of my labia, and when I ran my fingers along the labia, the twinges seemed much stronger and somehow pleasant." My breasts too, had grown from just tiny bumps to soft fleshy mounds. They jiggled like tiny bowls of jello, looking so cute with my nipples rocking back and forth, as they did. I liked cupping my breasts in my hands, pressing them, feeling the warmth my palms on them. I often stood in the mirror, fascinated, lifting them up and releasing them, seeing. The biggest chances were a few times at school when the Principal was away and we used his office. What memories.There were others, the lady I met who was a secretary for a prof I had in college, she was fifty-three, then, and she also had me do some shots of her sister who was three years older. And, yes, the sex was both frequent and quite wonderful. Sometimes with them both.The oldest, so far, was the lady at a deli that I went to quite often for lunch when I was in college. Margaret Cashman.