Komal; ok, I ambala rahti hu.and yahi se b.tech ki hai.meri age 24 hai, fair complx ,5’3 height, 32 28 32 figure.Me: good I like that… Fir humne 2...din phone pe baat ki and mne usse phone sex kiya and wo bht khush hue fir hmne milne ka pln banaya . wo ambala se delhi ye kh kar aa rahi thi k usse apni best colg friend k pass jana hai 1din ruk kr aa jayegi fir USA jane k baad pata nahi kbhi time mile ya nahi.parents ne bhi haan kr di. Yaha pe mne apne flt ko ache se clean kiya.mujhe dust bilkul. I saw myself in the mirror as I washed my face and saw something that broughta big smile to my face. I had hair! I don't mean to say I was bald, but I wasquickly getting there. For the first time, since jr. high probably, I had afull set of hair that I had to comb to keep it straight."At least whatever is happening to me is making me look good!" I could tolerate feeling woozy and having strange dreams if it meant I looked better as a man did. I was very happy and full of energy as I went out of. After that, perhaps a course of action would become clear. Until then I’d rely on my old friend–avoidance. I dried my eyes, repaired my face, brushed my hair, and got on with my day. Claire was a gem. She applied her rather awesome organizational skills and whipped the whole wedding thing together. I did stuff like flowers and the cake, coordinating that with my sis, while Claire dealt with the rest, enlisting Kate and Kelli to do the food. She discovered that one of Stewart’s lady patients was. Usually guys want the “money shot” and I end up wearing most of it, which is ok by me too. The other odd thing was the lack of “limits” or more specifically “No Other Limits Apply”, not that I have many, but no s**t being the only one forbidden, leaves the door (or the whore, ha ha) pretty wide open. Master Q looked at me and asked if I agreed. I nodded my head yes and Master Ty grabbed and twisted a nipple. “We can’t hear your brains rattle slut” he growled and I quickly responded out loud,.