It’s time to take your prasad now.”Ramanan wondered what he meant by prasad. The Sage came next to Meena and guided her limp, tired body towards h...is face. “Drink her juice. It’s her prasad for you. Drink and let the curse be off you” The Sage made her sit on Ramanan’s face as he laid down.Meena was slowly gaining her senses back when she felt Ramana’s tongue on her sensitive cunt. She let out a weak moan as he ate her pussy. Ramana wanted more and more of her pussy juice as he licked and sucked. Wadding them up, she tossed it aside while taking a drink from a glass on the nightstand.After this, she rolled over, supported her head on one hand, and smiled at me. Thinking things might continue in a certain direction I stroked her hair, then dropped my hand to her breasts. To my surprise, she took my hand and gently moved it away."No, sorry, nothing more," she said, "And please would you zip up now."Not wanting to force anything I rolled over and pulled up my pants. She must have seen the. I didn't want to become the same as those I feared.I also had a discussion with Courtney, about how to let some of my knowledge out, and to capitalize on it. I researched several people who were going to discover a processes or breakthroughs in manufacturing, or engineering, or medicine. One thing the computer pointed out (but only after I had explained my idea to it), was that several of these people had a silent partner, or investor.It was not beyond the realms of belief that I could be this. An endless stream of vicarious thrills. One thrilling experience after another. The perfect girlhood.Reality didn’t really set in until I was 13 and on the verge of puberty. I was depressed thinking about it. Was this the end of all the fun? K could tell I was worried and took me along to our GP who immediately diagnosed “euphoric crossdressing”, whatever that meant. She prescribed hormones, and Valium to arrest my anxiety (they worked wonderfully). Happy female emotions rushed back inside me.