She swigs from her beer, something cheap and American, never quite taking her eyes off me, like she'd just seen a ghost. "That's all, folks," I croak,... managing a good-natured smirk. I'm vaguely aware of having narrated the experience for her. Its funny, talking out loud kinda seems to come naturally with psychic experiences. Don't have to focus on it, you start blabbering all the nasty shit in your head anyway. I hand her the bottle of absinthe and she takes it from me, fingers trembling a. She said ‘what are you talking? Am your sister ‘ but I was not having the mood to listen to her. Since I was sitting near to her I just hugged her tightly.She was trying to escape and I noticed her smile in her face I realized that she wanted to have happened. I kissed her on her lips and was enjoyed pressing her ass.After some time I pressed her breast for which she moaned.On hearing her moaning my dick was hitting her thigh. I took her to the bedroom and removed her top. For the first time, I. . It's ok.. You'lllike being me, you'll like wearing sexy lingerie and performing for men,you'll love everything associated with being female, everything," shewhispered into my ear as she caressed along my back and held me as mytears slowly stopped.As I finally managed to stop, she smiled and kissed my forehead, thendialled a taxi from what was now my apartment. Before she left in my malebody, she caressed my back and kissed me on my forehead, reminding me ofhow much shorter I was. I was used. I could not wait for the day when we would become man and wife.I would compare her beauty to a tropical sunrise over the ocean. I would compare it to a mountain side covered in fresh spring flowers. I would compare it to a water fall in a lush green ravine. I knew that I would never grow weary of her presence. I had no doubt that she was the one for me.Having both lost our spouses; we knew how quickly life could change. We knew that we had to grab it, live it, and appreciate it, while it was.