Ye kahani aap desi kahani dot net par padh rhe hai.Unka flat mere flat k opposite tha but doosre building me tha, baad me mujhe unse phone baaton me p...ata laga ki unke husband bade mnc me kaam karte hain and bahar hi rehte hain most of time jisse unhe akelapan mehsoos hota hai.Ek din unhone raat ko 12 bje mujhe phn karke kaha ki unhe darr lag rha hai ki koi unke ghar me ghus aaya hai, toh maine jaldi se unke flat gaya, mujhe bhi halka darr lag raha tha, but jab mai wahan pahuncha toh darwaza. The hairy arms and legs, which I had gotten so used to, were now hairless with much softer skin. And, as a last check, I reached down. My familiar lump was gone. I had become Angela O'Brien.I left the hospital that night in Angela's school uniform, which she went to the hospital in. It consisted of a yellow button-down short-sleeved blouse with a green plaid skirt. Angela had small breasts, maybe about A cup. Too small to wear a bra, but she still wore an undershirt. It felt strange, let me. "I was doing no such thing. I was watching the ... um ... interesting sights."Angela looked to her left. "Right. Because a peasant mucking in the field would interest such a refined lady as yourself."I wanted to scream. But I wouldn't.I was grateful for our midday break. We found shade beneath a chestnut tree. Angela sat on the grass as she chewed on her trail rations. I walked around, letting my legs stretch out, and rubbed my poor, abused bottom.Maybe Angela would kiss it better.I glanced at. "Well, how about spin the bottle?" Do not know that game either." Look, it's simple, I'll show you how we can combine both games."Lin Tai watched as Wendy dimmed the lights and put on some soft, romantic music. Finding a cola bottle she returned to the front room where she sat on the large throw rug and indicated that Lin Tai should join her."Now we spin the bottle. If it stops pointing at me, I have to take off an article of clothing and give it to you. If it stops pointing at you, you have to.