”“Hey relax” cutting me off. She moved the computer onto the bedside table and took its place on my lap. Looking down at me through those hazel ...eyes she whispered, “I won’t”. What happened next was completely unexpected. Wrapping her arms around my shoulders she leant in and kissed me ever so softly on the cheek. I pulled her closer into a hug with those perfect tits now pressed tight up against my chest and neck. My hands were now supporting her lower back and ass as she began slowly grinded. ‘No bottle opener I’m afraid,’ she said as she walked up really close and handed me one of the bottles.A quick dip in my pocked for my penknife and the problem was solved. ‘Always prepared, that’s me.’ I laughed.‘Always prepared, David?’ She asked quietly.I looked at her and found it odd that she was so much closer in height than I was used to. Her eyes sparkled. Brown eyes never seemed to have that something special that blue or green eyes did, but Ginny’s were certainly an exception. I looked. "I felt scared, suddenly, oh my god. I could do it. She kept talking."Hormone replacement therapy is effective and safe and inexpensive," shesaid. "And you can get it from planned parenthood since we're in America.If that doesn't work you can post on an image board dedicated to transwomen and ask them about how to find hormones where we're located. Onceyou take them it will make your skin softer and smoother, you'll smellbetter and grow breasts, your face will get rounder. A lot of your. So, it was a few days before Christmas when I at last was able to get to see her. By this time she had moved from her house into a small block of flats in the next town. I rang the bell at the outer door and she slipped out of her front door which opens on to the hallway to let me in. To my surprise, she was clad in a full length black negligee - unusual for a December afternoon and the more unusual to be wearing it in the hallway where neighbours might suddenly appear. It was a good sign,.