Rani keplt looking at me at the mehndi party and after dinner every one stared to dance and Rani brought some mehndi and came next to me and said “h...i” “hello” i responed “why were you stairing at me” rani asked nothing “just thing” “about what or who” and started to laught. “You and the winder love games” i said “shhh dont say that, someone might hear you” she said witha scared look on her face. But noone heard us because the music was to loud she told me that she is engaged to some one in. "Don't worry, baby," she whispered to him, "we'll go get anice training bra, right away. Something with a little padding to giveyou a little more figure, if you want."He hadn't been this embarrassed about the 'B' cup breasts since thefirst day he'd worn them. Now, he felt strange and little boyishwithout them. His thin arms, that looked feminine before, now lookedchildish. The breasts had defined him as a young woman. Now, the lackof them and the evidence of his natural breast just beginning,. A small smile broke through his lips as his voice floated over thatsmile saying, "Slut, go upstairs and change."This was the moment. My 'ah ha' moment as I rose wondering if I shouldcall a cab or not. By the time I was on the third step of the hallwaystairs I realized it was not a cab I was calling it was the tramp insideme.When I got to the top of the stairs I saw an 11x8 piece of paper withthe word SLUT and an arrow in red magic marker. I followed it to the endof the hall and opened the door. I am back again. Thanks for all the replies and comments and support for my previous three sex stories.Special thanks to some of the ladies who trusted in me. I will continue to be the same in future. This has encouraged me to narrate my one more experience..As I have told about my sister, in the previous two stories. I am not gonna bore u guys by telling u the encounters with my sister. This incident happened recently. In Bangalore, Ganesha festival is celebrated very grandly. At that time,.