Just when I moved, I began noticing the clothe I wore were differenttoo. I could see myself was wearing a flare skirt instead of my jeans. Thelength o...f the skirt was not even up to my knee so I shocked again when Isaw my leg now is skinny and no body hair at all. This was not my leg andI suddenly understood the words who said I will find out how a feeling ofwoman in a body of female.Even I understood now but what exactly could I do. Another damn surprisecame into my eye sight and I saw a pair. I choose to not lean over and check – more from my own laziness than any respect to her privacy. I look at the back of her head – her mid-length chestnut hair falling straight and loose, resting on her soft, fair skin. Her body describing a smooth arc to the sheet that obscures her bottom half, just revealing a hint of her pert, round, peach of a backside. I extend my right hand to reveal a little more, fingers hooking under the sheet to slide it a few inches down her hip. She speaks. “Are. As he drew back in readiness like a marksman taking aim, Connie held her breath, eyes bulging, the pain upon exit almost as severe as going in. Thrashing about, her fingernails dug the palms of her clenched hands until they very nearly drew blood.Yet the pain would turn soon enough to liquid delight as the eager young stud began a slow and steady rhythm, building like an overture. Much as he'd liked to have taught her a good lesson, anything harder or faster was rendered impossible by the tight. But it was something I was glad to do. It was something I had already known I would do and accepted. For I knew of the customs of the Egyptians before I had rowed up the Nile on Kara’s barge with her. I knew Pharaoh was old and doddering, I knew that Pharaoh’s favored queens and the royal family’s close attendants would accompany Pharaoh on his last heavenly journey. I knew that it was this, more than anything else, that troubled Kara in those years—what she sat for hours on end and thought.