Mom, always the trooper, eventually finished off the bottle. “It’s never good to recork wine and save it for later.” Whatever you say mom.When s...he was done eating (and drinking), I offered to help mom upstairs while Em started cleaning up. She was certainly tipsy. I had to take her arm, then on the stairs, put my arm around her waist while she made her way up. Mom was short, and thin, and had small breast like Em. I’d never noticed before how similar their bodies were. Once to her room we said. Take it down your fucking throat! I had watched a few movies and read how to do it on the Internet. I even tried it with a banana. I tried to remember what I had read about controlling the gag reflex and remembering to breath. I started a little at a time. It was so fucking big! I started to choke couple of times and had to stop. This as no fucking banana. I kept trying each time a little I took it in a little farther and kept it down a little longer. Finally after 6 or more tries my. I loved my feminine appearance, although other guys teased me quite a lot in school. But now I'll be the one teasing them, with my feminine charms. The final step was to put on my four inch blue wide heel pumps, which I had gotten quite used to over the last year, walking around in them when no one was home. My heart them started beating rapidly, as I was about to look into the mirror for the first time. I had only looked at my face in the mirror to apply the makeup. I still hadn't. Achanak..Vo samne aai or herani s boli ky hua..Miya dekh rhe ho .Mene bola kuch nahi..Shayd unko kuch shaq hua…mene bola aunty washroom jana tha taki m land hila saku.me andar gya or hillane lga mera pura maal mene dhol k aagya…M bahar aaya aunty tv dekh rhi thi m b aake beth gya ..Aunty boli chalo khana lagaye..Mene bola ji thik h..Mene puch uncle b aajate to sath m kha lete to aunty. ..N ek dum. Chiid k bola jaise…Unhe kaam s or sham ko daru s fursat mile tab na…mujhe lag gya aunty naraj.