She was about 5’ 4” tall, slender but with a lovely figure which I could clearly see under her thin, cheesecloth top - she wore no bra - and tight..., blue jeans. Long shining black hair was loosely tied in a ponytail to keep it out of her way whilst she was cooking, and her oval face and dark eyes were beautiful. I could barely stop watching her, especially when she reached for things in the kitchen and her breasts moved fluidly beneath the light fabric.‘Beautiful, aren’t they? Anna! You are very. ’ ‘Thanks, Mary. I’ll go check on that right now if you can stay here for a few minutes and keep an eye on things for me. I’d like to run up to the break room and grab a cup of coffee, too, since I’ve been on double duty for almost twelve hours now. Dottie called in sick earlier and they couldn’t find anyone to cover her shift, so I’m all alone here. I’d really appreciate it if you could stick around for just a few minutes, OK?’ ‘Sure, Betty… take your time,’ Mary said smoothly as she smiled. So much had happened to me in a few shortdays; not everything had been good, but much to my surprise, I realisedI had enjoyed so much of it. Once the fear of exposure and ridicule hadpassed, I had begun to enjoy acting as a woman. The glamour of themakeup and the dressing up, had created an erotic, decadent excitementthat thrilled me.I had been given an insight into some of what it means to be a woman,and in the process I had learnt as much about what it means to be a man.Would there be a next. “A little later, Mike, we’ll go back into the hot tub. That’s more sensual and relaxing than sexual but I think you’ll like it.”“Mom, can we talk?” Dove always regarded the breakfast, and even more the brunch, table as a good place for relaxed communications.“What is it, Dawn, dear?”“You’re teaching me to be unshockable, and I know you are. Now, I’ve just started to play with Mike and George. As you suggested, I kept it low-key for our first round, just mutual masturbation. I think we’re all.