That gave me the excuse to look away from the TV, to turn my head and get an eyeful.Being purely objective, my sister's tits were spectacular: full, h...eavy, wide-splaying hangers—indeed, with non-matching nipples. Her right areola was smooth, shiny-pink, nearly flush with the pale skin of her breast, with a flattish button nipple. In contrast, her left areola was like a little volcano, a hot, conical upwelling, with an eye-endangering nipple.Sloan said, "Maybe I should go nude in protest till. I was naked above the covers. I heard the door to the house open. I began stroking. I heard her footsteps in the hall. I began to moan a little. Silence. And then, after a few minutes, I heard the creak of the door. She was there again. This time she was only wearing a pair of cotton panties! For the first time ever, I saw my sister's bare breasts! I began stroking so fast that I came almost immediately. I exploded all over the place. I lay there panting for a while, cleaned myself off, and. Even with my eyes closed I was aware of the constant presence of my maid ofhonor and my two bridesmaids. They had moved to one side to allow me thesefew minutes of reflection. Andrea, my maid of honor, had become my closestfriend, and was in many ways responsible for who I had become and what was tohappen in just a few short minutes.That thought swept me back in time, to when my journey began.I had no inkling at the time that anything at all was going to change in mylife. I was twenty-three; a. I stepped into the skirt; it was snug at the waist and tight around my hips and bottom, the hem coming to just above my knees. I pulled on the wide lapelled jacket and my transformation was complete.I looked in the mirror stepping back so I could see as much of my reflection as possible. I was no longer Mike, the weak willed accountant; I was Michele, a power dressed executive; a 'fem fatale' in a business suit. I sprayed liberal amounts of perfume on my neck, behind my ears and then as Carmel.