There is a story about her on my blog. She was a seamstress and would make me dresses, skirts, tailor my outfits so they would fit just right. I would... visit her often and we would sit and talk about everything she loved who and what i was which made it so easy to confide in her. Every time she made me a new dress or fixed others I would mention that all I wanted was breast. She would always say "Maybe one day dear you will have them". One day as i came home from school (10th grade) she was. Having finished with my cosmetics, I pick my poshest skirt out of mydrawer- a black, knee-length pencil skirt- and slowly ease my way intoit, loving the feeling of it hugging my body close as I zip it closed. Ifollow up with a smart-casual blue short-sleeved top, before grabbing mypurse (previously only used as an accessory, now an everyday essential),slipping my feet into a pair of strappy flat sandals I bought especiallyfor the summer, and heading downstairs to where my parents await. Her massive balls rest in a nearly hairless sack at the base of her monster piece. I can't believe I am thinking this about a man's cock but I am sure my body is flooded with female hormones and this body's sex drives are affecting my thinking. My wife strokes her rigid cock and moans."Don't you want to do this for me babe?"So strong are the instincts of my new female body, it was all I could do to resist reaching out for that wonderful penis of hers. I ran into the living room to avoid seeing. I didn’t fully wake up. It could have been someone simply checking on me.Hands slid up the blankets, along my back. Then that person lifted the blankets, quickly slipped under with me, and the cuddled up against my back.With only two women in the house, and knowing Mom went to her room, I quickly deduced that Alyssa was in my bed.I carefully rolled over to face my bed companion. I was about to ask a question when she leaned in and kissed me. At first, it was a peck on my lips, and then a full.