For my finale, I’d wrap myself in my blankets and squeeze the blossoms close to me so they got in my hair, their intoxicating fragrance burrowing up... to my nose over and over. Seeing the blossoms made those distant memories much more vivid, and even more welcome. ‘All mine for the taking,’ I thought impishly. Then, aloud, I said, ‘Why not?’ The sweat that covered my body was forgotten as I crossed the street. Walking up to the biggest tree, I took hold of a branch hanging over the sidewalk,. She looked at the lacy sheer bra I was wearingand softly said "you have wonderful taste in lingere darling that isbeautiful and fits you so well". I blushed and slowly smiled and saidthank you,She slowly reached back to undo the clasp of my bra and asked is thisokay? Yes I whispered they are attached. She smiled and took my bra offand admired my large soft breasts. They look so real she said as shebrought her hands to them and they feel so natural. Because of thelittle electrode attached to. The implements she had on atray by her side told me that this was not to be a simple shape andpaint manicure. There were packages which pronounced that they held"Milady's Acrylic Tips-3/8 inch Extensions". I was to be fitted withacrylic nails which were much longer that my already long sissy boynails. I guess a woman's hairdo called for a woman's manicured longnails.As the manicurist worked on my male nails and the dryer baked my permedhair into submission, suddenly my Mother came back to the. “I guess, I have to go in the suit.” I said defeated, hoping a voice would comfort me. I guess I would just have to wait for it to slowly drip out from the seam. My hand retreated from the seam, but my pinky was still caught on the ball, twisting my finger in an awkward position, until the tension from my finger forced the ball down the track.I opened my eyes and looked downwards, as if I could see what was going on past my protruding breasts. I could feel a sliver of cool air touch my.