She bent over and kissed me on the cheek and smiled. I looked up at her. I could feel a tear stream down my face. Her hand touched my face and wiped t...he tears away. “I love you Albert, we are going to be fine.”She exited the kitchen. The next morning, other than the absence of Trudy and Mr. Benson, things went as usual. We ate breakfast. Tommy and I went out to bale hay. Tommy got on the tractor and I got in the truck. I would load the hay and when I had several bales on the trailer, I got on. "Piss off," I snort. "I'm better. I don't get those- well, 'urges'anymore." And you of course don't have a history of acting on 'urges'," Dannysays, playfully flicking my long brown hair."That-" I protest."Yes, yes, I know," Danny says. "There's a difference between being theperson you always wanted to be and something destructive like runningaway. And I happily concede that you transitioning has only beenconstructive for you." Well, mostly, I think to myself."Yeah," I concede."So what, pray. Her complexion is clearer, her stature is more upright. She stands taller/straighter now and tends to not hunch over as she did when we first met. When we are alone she is as exuberant as a young school girl, shrieking in laughter, jumping around, laughing uproariously on occasion, noting the craziness of life and people. She still calls me pogi, still jumps up on me for a hug. We are a happy couple. And for the record her pussy is still tight and grips like iron when she cums.We share the same. ” Even as Sarah rolled her eyes, lamenting her small breasts, Alyssa had to fight off the urge to look at them. As far as she was concerned, they were perfect. It was something she’d struggled with since hiring the gorgeous young woman. Sarah was a marvelous assistant – and even better friend – but she had to wonder how much her attraction had played in the initial decision to hire her. Sarah nodded toward the door. “Well, let’s get you home so you can relax.” Having Sarah bring her to work and.