"Joe," he whispered.I leaned to him. "Yeah, Dad, I'm here." He winced in pain and took a deep breath."Joe. Listen... I have to tell you some things." ...It's ok, Dad. Just rest up. The doctor said you will be fine," I said, trying to be encouraging. But the look in his eyes... he knew this was it."Shh! Listen..." he whispered, "Joe. I want you to know that I have always been proud of you and what you have accomplished."My eyes flooded. "I know, Dad. I know! And I am very proud to have you as my. I happily continued to ingest large quantities of T-blocker and estrogen,thinking their fantastic chemistry would negate my hangover. I could notwait to see my new breasts when I went home. Philip knew what he wasdoing. At this point, I wanted no one to see me without makeup.The bandages eventually did come off. I studied my breasts in the mirrorfor a week. They were beautiful. The nose job and my eyes looking widerthan ordinary took a back seat. My plumped-up lips and new breasts werewhat. ‘Actually,’ he replied, ‘I generally don’t.’ ‘Oh?’ He pulled back the covers and joined me, also sitting against the pillows and the headboard. ‘Generally, I just wear my underwear… if I wear anything at all.’ ‘I see…’ I closed the book and set it aside, then leaned into him. I wore an old faded sleepshirt and a modest panty, and as I leaned against him, I lamented the fact that I was not alsotopless. While my arms were mostly bare and it felt good for my right arm to be pressed against his. Her breasts hung low on her chest; her belly bulged out over her crotch and formed love handles over her hips. Her buttocks and thighs were fulsome and soft. JJ gripped her buttocks firmly and lifted, elevating her until he could kiss her on the lips without bending over. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he caressed her back and shoulders while they kissed, turning and lowering her gently onto the futon... a new addition that he'd bought to replace the narrow bed after finding its.