She had changed dramatically since I had last seenher. As she stood up I saw that my mom had grown even taller. She waseasily over six feet tall, tall...er than my dad had ever been. Then sheturned around and I saw she had grown a full beard, and her face hadbeen twisted by extreme masculinity. She looked like a lumberjack, aseasoned handsome man with just a hint of grey in her hair.Technically, I guess she was just as female as she had always been, atleast in one way. The more I thought about it. He told me that he can’t because he feels so guilty. He told me that none of this stuff would have never have had happened to me and my mother if he hadn’t been in Europe. He felt like he was a bad father and he should be in jail and not mommy. He also feels horrible because the police won’t leave us alone.”Miles’ curiosity was now peaked, “Why are the police bothering you? And why does your father feel like he should be in jail?”Kristen said, “Well daddy felt like he abandoned me, my. After three days of wait she showed up, and gave me chance to apologise. She was fine then smiling. We exchanged numbers, spoke for hours. very less about sex. Mostly, what I felt about sex.& all; On a Sunday afternoon she called me home for tea. I got a bath, wore blue jeans and white shirts. When I knocked the door, I saw this 32 year old lady in completely different avatar. Her 34 B busts were bursting out of her deep neckline nighty, and her thinnest jewellery was stuck between her. Her breathing quickened as the fingers closed on her young breasts. Her body began to undulate. Heat swept through her like a wildfire.Her hands seductively pulled up her skirt. Eyes, no longer hers, leered lecherously, delighted at what was about to be taken.While one hand held the skirt, the other moved tantalizingly to the edge of her young golden nest.Her body was thrusting now in eager anticipation as the horrified girl watched helplessly.She convulsed as her fingers found her vagina and.