Sit facing the mirror."I could see her sitting behind me, lovingly brushing out my locks. It felt wonderful – and I loved the fact that it was long ...now, like Mommy's. But it didn't shine as much as hers, or have as many curls. I knew that they did something at the beauty parlor to make her hair that way. I wondered what it was."Mommy, how come your hair is so curly and pretty and mine isn't? You said we have the same hair." You have lovely hair honey, but if you want curls, you'll have to get a. (Note: The instructors in these classeswere strangers to us but generally were very pretty and veryknowledgeable about their subject. Our wives often sat in on some of theclasses to watch our progress, and witness our humiliation at beingexposed as sissies in front of our instructors.)In this class we would learn all of the responsibilities of maintainingthe island's hotel rooms, including making the beds, washing the laundry,ironing, dusting, cleaning the bathrooms and all of the other. She laughed and said I am as slim as I was before marriage. I said difficult to believe dear. I will send u a snap. She said, cool do that I said and she said do send your snap also sure I said and we cut the call. I had not expected to hear anything for 3 more months and was surprised that she gave a social call. That night I was checking my mails and was shocked to see her mail and an attachment on opening I recognized her snap. She looked same except her boobs looked fuller firmer and bigger. I'd use my arms and kick my feet to getfurther out, away from everyone, and the rolling waves kept threateningto reveal my bare bottom! The cold cold water seemed to shrink my maleparts, even as the feel of the current seemed to stroke my soft, smoothskin. Finally, I judged I'd swum long enough to satisfy Chelsea, and Iheaded back.She was gone!Shivering, panicky, I looked around the waves for her... then up at thebeach....There she was, lying regally on a beach chair, getting suntan oil.