A woman. I was elated and terrified all at once. Will I be ableto change back again? Am I woman for good, now? No. You can controlthis. Deep breaths. ...I closed my eyes and tried to recall some yogaexercises. I just breathed deep and..."I'm still fucking her! No!" I gasped as I gazed at this sexy blonde inthe mirror that now had a nervous look on her face. I then glanced atmy phone. Five minutes had passed. Noooo. I just sighed which made myboobs literally strain my t-shirt fabric even more. My. I wasn’t expecting anyone, especially the small young woman on my doorstep. The first thing I noticed was the kangaroo-style baby carrier on her chest with a tiny head visible. A diaper bag was hanging from her shoulder and a beat-up wheeled suitcase stood on the sidewalk.A hopeful face looked up at me and said hesitantly, “My name is Rosie. Do you have an apartment open?”I invited her in and brought her suitcase, then offered a drink. She chose water. I had the same. After my accident three. After some time she fell asleep, I was waiting for this moment, and inserted my right hand under her frok,(she was in my left) and touched her left breast and slowly started to fondle. Then I took the nipple in between my fingers and played with it, but was amazed to feel that it got hard within few moments. I realised that she was not sleeping and didnt made her understand my realisation. I continued with both the boobs and alternately started to fondle my dick & her boobs. Gradually I pulled. I know that soundscontradictory, but we're a mass of contradictions, aren't we? Two small-town women who live in a little bungalow surrounded by a picket fence. Twosmall-town women who love traditional ways and values....two small-townwomen who used to be men, and are living as lesbians." She chuckledsoftly."I suppose we are," Melissa agreed. "But I think our lives are going to bechanging whether we're ready for it or not."Claire was silent for a long moment before exclaiming: "You know how mad.