My legs stuck out from under that dress, making me feelhalf dressed, and the twin mounds of my breasts pushed out against thedress, about the same siz...e as most girls my age, but the biggest shockwas how easily mom had managed to make my face look so...feminine!Mom didn't say a word, just letting me stare at my reflection in themirror. As I turned to look at her, I had a lump in my throat, because itfelt as if nature had made it easy to steal my manhood. If all it tookwas for me to change. She didn't acknowledge my presence and somehow that saddened me. After a tour of the facility I moved into an office and set about doing what needed to be done. After two days of plowing through documents and reviewing spreadsheets it was clear that I had some hard decisions to make. There was no way I would be able to keep all of the competitors workforce on the payroll and so I set about trying to figure out who to keep and who to let go. It turned out that Matty was one of their top. By the way, my name is Melissa, but to Uncle Harv, I’ve been Mel since I was a seven-year-old tomboy.I have light brown hair. I always wore it short, but this year I let it grow a little longer, and I got my first perm, so it looks really soft, sort of like Jenifer Grey, in “Dirty Dancing.” In fact, she is kind of my inspiration for how I want to look for Uncle Harv. I want to look SOFT, like he can just sink into me. I also want to look like the pure little girl with teenage sexuality. Rate gumatam na. Kono kono din ami aste 2 tar jama (salwar) er modhe hath ditam abong ektu2 kore upore tultam. Hat jokhon boobs er kase chole jeto amar to aubostha kharap. Land to boro hoye fete jabar moto obostha. Edike se ter peye upor hoye sute laglo. At the time of day she was simple but some time she used to look strangely. I was afraid if she told the act to anyone. To ek din se rate suye chilo ami tar bed e gelam tar pase sulam abong aste aste tar doodher pase hat bulachilam. To hotath.