I looked at myself. My slightly messy hair than down below my shoulders.It was probably the same light brown my old short hair had been, butwith so mu...ch more of it there it looked blonde. My light brown eyes werestill the same. I could still recognise my face although it looked likea girl's face. I don't think it was just the long hair and nightie thatmade me think that - my face was subtly different even if I couldn'tplace what was different.The dress-like shape of my nightie helped give my. “Tonight. You and me. Whatever you want.” It sure was an offer that he would fuck me all night long if I wanted it.I was excited yet terrified because looking down at his crotch inside his underwear, I could see a massive bulge. I bit my lips and looked back up into his eyes. His hands proceeded to pull down his briefs. I grabbed his hands and stopped him and looked him in the eyes.He placed his hands on my neck, leaned forward and started kissed me passionately. My silence and lack of any. Shaking my head I get up, and take a good look at myself in the full length mirror. Not bad for someone of 35. I am in good shape, been working out the last year in anticipation of tonight. I have always been rather shy of my 32A boobs, but since my operation, I am a respectable 32C, and I dont have to wear a bra, but this lacey black one I have on, makes me feel sexy. I open my legs, looking for some stray hair that might be left after my bikini wax, nothing there, just a ripe pussy. Looking. I?m a woman, I?m a goddess, and that means thatacting from the girl god space is the only way I canhonor my creator. I can?t get all tough and distantor I lose connection with my most important thing, myown heart and its delights.I fear sometimes I will lose that open expression ofan open heart. I lived so long without it that thememories still haunt me, being shamed into actingagainst my nature, locking myself up in a tiny closetall alone because being exposed meant being shamed.That?s what I.