If my hair was longer I would have been a shoe in for an adorable farmer's daughter, or Irish beauty. I ventured a stare downwards. My shirt was stret...ched in places that it hadn't before, a sure sign of breasts. Two full, smooth and quite large mounds of femininity threatened to burst through the confines of their cotton barricades. They begged, no, demanded to be touched, so my hands gave in. They felt as soft as they looked, with a certain firmness. My hands moved south, over my flat,. So much so, that as you pull from the lot, my hand is quickly on your lap, searching to release my favorite toy. You feel your pants unzip, and ‘Little Danny’ popping out. My fingers pull your balls out too and begin to play.I lean over the seat, close to the little guy, and begin to kiss his tip and whisper sweet nothings to him. Danny begins to grow. By the time he has reached his full height, you know you need to stop me or pull over. The latter idea wins.You quickly pull into a mall’s. But that won't be for awhile. You have one more bit of surgery we need to take care of first." She was very secretive about the whole thing, but I trusted her implicitly. We arrived at the hospital in short order, and soon I went under the knife again. I don't remember much of what followed, except that Katie was there the whole time. At last I awakened. Katie smiled down at me and asked, "Ready to go home?" "Absolutely!" I answered. "I've had my fill of hospitals for a long while now.". Dun wanna be little.Wanna be big."Sarah moves back. "You just hafta grow up again."I rub my fists in my eyes and say, "Wanna be big now!" Do you wanna be a boy like before?"I think hard. "Boys aw yucky."She laughs. "Yeah, they're kinda gross, but I sorta think we might likethem okay when we grow up."I'm all mixed up. I don't like it.Sarah looks at me. "What do you really want, baby sister?"I think as hard as I can. "Want Mommy!" Okay, but first I wanna show you something." She pulls some folded.