I kept running. If it was my being out of practice, then practice iswhat I needed. And practice helped. I got some of my wind back, andwhile it was...n't overnight success, I felt a little stronger, and littlecloser to normal each time I went out. Unfortunately, my chest painstayed.A week and a half later, I finally admitted it. I had tits, tinyteenage girl tits, but tits nonetheless. They weren't large enoughthat they needed support normally, I'd never have noticed if I hadn'tbeen running. Then we started sucking each other lips continuously.Her tasty lips were rolling on mine. We were brushing our hands on each others body. I was massaging her boobs, stomach, and navel. She did same and slid her hands inside my pants and held my already erect penis. She said it’s hot and we smiled. Then I started sucking her neck passionately.She started getting hot and naughty. She started biting me everywhere and we started removing our clothes. In seconds, she was in her bra and panty and me. But it was.I had no idea how I'd manage.*****Well that was a month ago. Since then, I've tried to come to terms withlife as Paula.I've scoured the Internet for any mention of Mr. Smith and the FBM. Ithought I'd try to explain to him that I'd changed my mind, and I'd liketo change back. But there's no trace of them. There seems to be no goingback. There is no changing the fact that I am Paula, and everyoneremembers me as Paula.There are all sorts of reasons I don't like being a girl: it takes. Her hands wandered around to my ass and squeezed. She slowly began to massage my skin and fingering me. I pulled away and got a detachable strap on from the toy chest. I took the dick off of it and tied the monster dildo on. I turned her over doggy style and fucked her. I pounded her tight pink pussy and twisted the vibrator in her ass around and around. She gripped the sheets tightly in her fingers and moaned and screamed. But her clit wasnt getting any attention. I put one hand in her hair.