A smile reaches my face that she cannot see but probably knows is there. I move over to the other side of the bed repeating my activities from the ot...her side. I throw the rope I keep in the night stand under the bed and tie the leg on the left to the leg on the right keeping her wide open without any protection. Her hips grind slowly but dramatically trying without success to scratch the itch that is growing. I turn on her iHome and leave her shutting the door, and then quietly opening it. Apparently that’s rare because our medical care is of such a high standard, but there are occasional failures. The other two committed suicide, despite counselling and supervision, because they couldn’t reconcile themselves to their futures as women. This happened after we’d been discharged from medical care and transferred to the Feminine Deportment Team. The film now showed ‘training in feminine deportment’. Each member of the ‘training team’ wore an FDT badge and acted like a committed. She then looked up and smiling, she held up one hand, gesturing for me to wait. Asking her if she was okay, she stood up and as we looked at each other, she said, “Hey,” as she continued to try to catch her breath. Smiling back at her I said, “Hi,” and then sarcastically said, “What a surprise,” as we smiled at each other.Reaching out my hand, she looked down, and as she took my hand she said, “Sorry.”Kate was wearing the same white tube top dress she wore last year when she came over and as we. When I was a little girl, I never dreamed of living in a castle with a handsome prince. Most people thought I was just a tomboy all my life, just a girl who's into things boys are. I guess they're right, because boys are into women. Ivy was my best friend. She was beautiful, with beautiful flowing blonde hair, must sexier than my horrible bushy brown mane. She was a little more than a head taller than I was, so I had a perfect view of her perky B cups. She was modest, but she was still the most.