No fat, not even a small "love handle" marred the masseuse's body. April was envious, as she had fought for years with crunches to get her 'baby fat' ...under control. April's eyes wandered upwards on the masseuse's body, looking for imperfections. She finally found one: a small mole on the masseuse's left cheek. But it looked more like a beauty mark.Then the masseuse pivoted like a dancer on her toes and April gasped audibly. The masseuse's breasts completed the perfection April was beholding.. This might explain why I rarely got anyattention. My mother, when she wasn't berating me for my poor grades orlack of a social life, had often said that everyone had at least one goodquality. I'd always believed mine to be my eyes. But since I never lookedat anyone, only the ground ever got a good look at them.The woman in the mirror had my eyes, but they were even larger, perhapsmore expressive even. They were a woman's eyes, but they were still myeyes. And being a woman's eyes seemed to. I nodded. “Why aren’t you wearing panties,” she asked. I shook my head. “That way I don’t have to take them off for my exam, do I?” she said and I nodded again not knowing what would be next but hoping it would be special. Special it was. “I need to check you out,” said the doctor. I nodded as her hands were at my legs and also on my breasts.“Your nipples are hard,” she said, her hands examining me…”Why do you think that is?” she asked. I nodded again hoping this was only the. I was in the kitchen, brewing coffee when Suzy joined me. “I’ll bet you’ll want me to handle to morning barn chores today?” She asked.“Your choice, honey. What do you want, bacon or ham? Pancakes or johnnycakes?”“Pancakes please, over hard on the eggs. We should have some wild honey out. If not, there’s a new jar in the cellar.”“You got it, sweetie. I’ll hold the best for you, as usual.”Suzy started to get the boys organized. They were only partly aware of the required tasks. And might have.