Now I was f******n and there had been changes in my physical bodily shape, these changes combined with new feelings that constantly ebbed from atop of... my legs and somewhere deep inside my crotch. I was becoming a woman and confused with the process of doing so.I looked down my length in the bath, seeing my pink nipples harden as I thought, they were sitting atop of perfect ‘Cup Caked’ breasts, both jutting proudly through the soapy suds, and as I my mind drifted dreamily, my hands run over. I found Liz already in the kitchen working on breakfast."Morning Liz." Good morning Rich. Sleep well?" Too damn tired not to, as always." Yeah, your father told me that you work too hard. Has it been any easier with the girls help?" Definitely. I have been able to goof off a bit as well." That's good. You're still young, you need to have a bit of freedom. Once you reach adulthood, freedom rarely exists. You need to enjoy it now."I sat down and waited for breakfast. Liz asked me to wake the. “My curiosity is sated.”“You’re welcome. See you in February?”“See you then.”January 14, 1984, McKinley, Ohio“How is she?” Clarissa asked when I arrived back at Taft.“Medicated,” I replied. “It’s like, she’s there, but there’s no spark. Some things Doctor Mercer said implied that when she had her second meltdown she basically lost her mind. The problem is, evening out her mood swings has caused her to lose her personality. Doctor Mercer talked about ‘building a new Angie’, by weaning her from. I pulled the blouse off of her shoulders, fully exposing her laced bra to my wife and her gentle fingers. I pulled Alyson’s hands behind her, giving my wife full access to her prey.My wife began showering Alyson with kisses down her neck, eventually settling at her heaving chest. I whispered into Alyson’s ear, “Surrender! You’re ours – at least for the night.”The front clasp of the bra was no match for my wife’s fingers and intentions. As my wife’s lips met Alyson’s hard nipples for the first.