Jenkins said I'm going to need to make biscuits like hers. It shouldn't cost over two or three dollars, according to her."I gave her a gold eagle and ...she hurried back into the store. Cassie and I just grinned at each other. If Sam's biscuits were even half as good as Mrs. Jenkins' they'd be worth whatever we had to spend.Sam came back out a few minutes later with her arms loaded down. We packed all of this onto the mule as well, then started out of town.For dinner, we had leftover beans (beans. My panties were smooth against my crotch,and my pagina was in place.It was certainly no penis, and it was no longer even a pagina. I wasPaula, I was a girl, and what I had down there was a vagina.Dr. Cassidy was happy with my progress and, a couple of days later, I wasready to go home. I had not expected the changes to happen in the waythey had, but apparently my progress was completely normal. And right onschedule, I would be going home 2 weeks after I checked in, in time forChristmas.Once I. I ran my thumbs over Stacy’s nipples which were hard, a combination of lust and the cold night air. She moaned into my mouth as I rolled her stiff, aching nipples between my fingers as my other hand moved quickly down her body, over the garter belt around her flat stomach to her wet, open pussy. I slipped two fingers inside with ease; her lips still open with arousal form being in the elevator. Suddenly Stacy’s hands left the back of my head and for a moment I thought she was going to push me. She looked stunned, and I helped her put them on and we kissed. The conversation then continued as to adding spark back to our lives. A short time later, she excused herself to go to the ladies room to freshen up. I watched with pride and lust as she walked away. I noticed that as she approached the restrooms, there were two young black men there, one was on the phone. As she walked by, one of them said something to her. She turned and looked at him and said something in return and continued on.