Instead, I stepped forward and took the dainty undies fromher. I was torn between desperately wanting to conceal my female bodyand loathing the means... by which I would do so. I stepped into thepretty underpants and pulled them slowly up to my hips. My eyes widenedas I felt the delicate material caress my butt, while the pantiessettled smoothly, neatly against my frighteningly flat groin - apowerful reminder of what I no longer had. The lace trim on the legsand waist tickled...rather nicely,. If that was not bad enough, Chris' return to the court was even more impressive as he played without favoring his leg as he had just before he was put on the disabled list. Chris said nothing about his visit to the ranch as we agreed. Unfortunately, Chris had a falling out with one of his posse when they returned to Florida and he was more than willing to talk about Chris and myself.With so many stories in the papers and on the internet about me, I was not surprised to find that a couple of. I guess the combination of drink and the gyrating women loosened his tongue and resistance because he mentioned Julie’s attire and said I was lucky and that he’d love a partner like her. Our conversation got more smutty as time passed and I decided to tease him. "Julie's really dirty in bed,” I said, “and she loves anal.” Tom was on the edge of his seat listening to my bull. I told him she had a cupboard full of stockings, suspenders, other risqué underwear — and a drawer full of toys.I enjoyed. Men don't wear bras and besides Dr. Ramirez said theswelling should go down soon. "Chris...you need to wear these. If you don'tyour nipples will become chapped and people will definitely notice intime. I mean come on...what if they continue to grow?" Now that got mybrain thinking. What if Dr. Ramirez was wrong? What if the swellingwouldn't stop and my tits would only continue to grow because of thisstupid pill? I was trapped but I figured out a plan. "Jess I really doappreciate you doing this.