. ?" she mumbled as her eyes fluttered open."You were having a dream." Oh, sorry," she said as the afterimage of her dream floated across her consciou...sness."Who the hell is Jeremy, anyway? You called out his name." Uh... just a kid in Amy's class," she lied, trying to think quickly, "he fell and hurt himself at the class play." Was it serious?" asked her puzzled husband."No, as it turned out, but he scared us all half to death. I guess that's why he was in my dream."Satisfied with her answer,. Yeah, it took some time for me to be okay with always being ondisplay, going out in public showing lots of skin, or like, having all thecontours of my body me visible. That kind of thing. Guys' clothes arebulky. Mostly. Women's clothes can be, but... it's better if they're not." But you like that now?" Yeah, it happened quick. For me it took seeing the results in the mirrorand poof, concern went away. I live for wedgies, bare shoulders, andeveryone seeing my belly. Fashion before comfort,. She was ... female.“What the fuck...” He muttered under his breath. He struggled again, kicking his legs, but she held him tighter, squashing the air out of him with her iron grip. She dropped him unceremoniously to the ground, still wrapped in her muscular tail, and maneuvered over him, her large boobs hanging above him enticingly, swaying gently as her chest rose and fell. His eyes were drawn to her belly, where twin rows of firm abdominal muscles trailed down to her navel, he noticed a slit. My mom doesn't want me to watch and says, "Please, please, please don't let my son watch he's too young he'll be scared." But the men like me and don't think I'm too young. They come over every few weeks or so I think.My mom has really, really big tits and I think the men come over to play with her because they say they like big tits. And I hear them tell her that they like her big tits. And they like to tickle and play with the rest of her body too. She acts all scared and breathes real funny.