Mark Twain said, "Clothes make the man". In my case it was theclothes, and a little surgery that I had in Thailand, that made the woman.By appearances... anyway, inside my panties I was still a functioning malebut my 36C bra needed no padding. It was all me. Adipose tissue had beenredistributed from my waist and back to my breasts and my backside in away that seemed to convince most of the young trainee doctors who passedthrough the mortuary on training attachments. I saw them eyeing me despitethe. They had drinks and then moved to the dining room and had dinneralthough Tiffany barely ate anything. All through dinner they madesmall talk. Stephen had the amazing ability to engage her inconversation whilst never really telling her anything about himself.He held her hand over the dinner table and made other romantic gesturesand Tiffany could see that he was enraptured by her but he was guardedabout telling her anything intimate about himself. Tiffany didn?tmind; it was his dime, or in. We'll definitely be enjoying ourselves later, when we eat. I helped my dad organize the pantry and the refrigerator with all the food.Once we got the house in order, daddy said to put my bathing suit on and we would hit the lake. I hurried up and got my bikini on. It's a white string bikini. I have a nice tan. I have been tanning at a tanning salon for most of the winter.Daddy had uncovered the chase lounges and put them facing the lake. He brought towels and put them over the back of the. If it weren't for the enormous size of the bra, especially the huge cups gave it away, Heather would have thought the bra was real. So she just chuckled at this unusual but witty idea and silently left the bedroom before Cole would catch her snooping around.Back in the living room she looked through the bookshelves and checked the titles of the books – lot's of interior design and architecture books. She found an old family picture in a white minimalist frame, she recognized Cole's face in an.