John had come to visit my sister but unfortunately for him she was out to town at the time with my parents and we were alone at home. He decided that ...he was going to wait for my sister to return and sat in my room on the bed and started chatting with me. At this point in time I was extremely eager to learn about anatomy of males (I knew what I had in my pants had had masturbated a lot at this point in time but had not yet ejaculated)As we were lying around chatting I asked John whether he. They returned to the car, successful in their shopping trip and Lara was so excited that she pulled off her top to try on her new bra. Be breasts had just budded out, cute little puffy nipples.Not factual fantasy. Nothing that follows is true or based on any event that happened outside my twisted brain. If you don’t like reading feminization stories move along, there is nothing else to see here. The true events above have sent me down many fantasies, this is one.I drove 100 miles. ”“Amen to that!” Frankie laid his arm over his dad’s shoulder.Kasuma laughed, “Like you have room to talk!”Frank hissed out a laughed through the hardware in his mouth and smacked her on the butt.Kasuma took my hand and said, “Come with me, bobby. I’ll show you around my museum, slash library, slash office.”Museum is what struck me as I stepped in the door. The walls were covered with paintings and old photographs of Native Americans, as well as some beautiful examples of beadwork and primitive. 'Oh! God!' she said, 'Don't shoot me!'I had forgotten I was holding the gun, being more interested in exploring the tender flesh of her left tit. My total lack of concern at being caught burglarizing and my overwhelming desire to nail the unfortunate woman was, I learned later, a result of whisky and 'Joy Balls'.'I won't shoot you, ' I snarled, 'If you do exactly as I tell you!' She nodded agreement.'So -- Strip for me!' I whispered.Reluctantly the red headed householder did as she was told..