I wanted to be comfortable, but I didn't wantto be a woman, or even dress like one. What would myfriends say? What about my family? What about my job?... No,dressing like a woman was not an option.When I got home I brought all my purchases into myapartment. I sat there looking at all the women's clothes Ihad bought. I felt like kicking myself for having wastedover $8000. Worse than wasted, I had actually paid to haveall my body hair permanently removed. I could only hopethat it wasn't really. Alice looked up at her Uncle. "Uncle Bob ... if I showed you my boobies would you promise not to laugh at them?"Bob said "Cross my heart."Alice, with almost no embarrassment, whipped off her T shirt. Her nipples were as pale as Mary's were dark. Her areolas were almost the same color as her breast flesh. The texture was different, but you had to be within a foot to be able to see them. Her nipples were pinker, and more visible. They sat on round mounds of soft looking flesh the size of half a. The window-seat overlooked the garden and the pool--it was the next best place for spying on Cyndi. I'd seen Ron and Cyndi fuck standing up on the balcony, with Cyndi bent over the railing and her ass lifted high on her spread legs so Rod could enter her from behind. The master bath had an enormous Jacuzzi instead of a bathtub--well, it was technically a bathtub, but the Jacuzzi outside was less suited to fucking. This one was made for it. And the shower had plenty of room for two. Mom and Dad. Some had their phones out but were too stunned to act in time.The 'Mister Ed' nickname was being excessively overused, even by students he didn't know. He endured this all day and by the last class he just wanted to get through it and go home. He saw Mrs. Dmitrov, his chemistry teacher, staring at him repeatedly during the class.Near the end of the period she handed back a test they'd recently had and he saw he'd gotten a D, which in her class was a borderline failure. He saw she'd written.