" After 6 months I was finally comfortable in calling myself a girl!I just couldn't wait to see their faces when they saw what had been doneover the C...hristmas break.The flat was huge, my dad bought it as an investment property along withothers in different cities around the UK, so when my family was killed andthere was only me left, I inherited everything, I sold most of theproperties, only keeping the flat in Manchester and a small villa in theCanary Islands, what with insurance and the sale. Silence."Feel, here," Millie said."What?"She had half-turned to face me, both of us seated, side-by-side on the table-top. Her little jacket was open and she gestured toward the front of her blouse -- toward her flat chest. "Feel me here," she said again.Reaching across me for my left hand, she brought it to her chest and placed it over her right breast. As advertised, it was very small. No bra. She was training-bra size, I guessed. Still, I could feel the warmth of her little bud of a breast,. "I'll do it."Chapter 2I drove the rented van to the house and found the garage door open, as she'd told me it would be. I parked the van inside and closed the garage door. In the back were three TV cameras, borrowed from my job at the station, two of them, tripod mounted remote units and one, a hand held one. A powerful laptop allowed me to mix and select the feed, just as they do for a football or golf game. In fact, this was the exact rig we used for high school football games; portable and. It’s so fucking warm – hotter than hot water. I squeeze my bladder and the flow increases. This time the flow soaks my dress and I feel my pee get sucked into the fabric around my breasts. It slowly engulfs me. I close my eyes and let it flow over me.At last a stream of liquid reaches my hair as it flows past it to the drain.I squeeze some more. There are two pints of water and a bottle and a half of red wine to come out so I’m actually in heaven right now. As I squeeze I see a pipe of liquid.