It barely covered her fairly substantial breasts and from the swell of white flesh hangin down from under the front of her shirt she won’t wearin’... no bra. It was like two creamy melons pressed tight up into a little cotton sack and they was about to drop out. Only thing holdin’ that shirt down over them was the swell of her nipples which was like two little ripe peaches with a pouty hard point at the tip of each one. It was about the most damn erotic thing I’ve ever seen.As if this wasn’t. “So now what?” I ask him. After all these years, as flawed and cold as he is, Johannes is my only family, if he can be called that. He turned me into the immortal I am, taught me how to survive and shared most of what he had with me. I love him like a brother, a friend and a father, and at the very least believe he deserves my loyalty. “Well, where is she?” He asks. His hair is a pale strawberry blond, quite long but usually tied up, as it is now. He hasn't shaved the stubble from his cheeks. I help her lay down on her stomach at a short bench. Ispend some time tying her up, pulling her arms behind her back, and thenher feet securing them to one another. I pull her hair up into a ponytailso it won't be in her face, and won't be able to distract her. Then I tieher breasts until they start turning red... I kneel down in front of herface and wipe the lipstick of her face with a towel saying, "You are nolonger wearing pink lipstick." She seems to immediately go limp and. I just wanted to be sure how our instructors were to referto you. I must say, that your transition is very successful. I can seefrom your body, and your curves that you obviously want to be referredto as female. So We will. We will accept you. This isnt much of aproblem. If we have to accept a Chiss from the unknown regions, than atranssexual from the core world of Byss is no problem. So welcome."Of course her body was perfect. It was made that way. She rememberedbeing made into the most.