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Elizabeth Grey - Part 02: What's wrong with your voice?
by Carmenica Diaz
Dinner was a very dull affair and I wasn't certain what I could
say in front of Jeremy so I kept silent. Thankfully, Jeremy
didn't and he spoke non-stop about movies (he absolutely loved
Amadeus) and that new singer Boy George and, seemingly, anything
that popped into his head.
All the time he spoke, he stole glances at me, deep looks that
seemed to cut through him and then he would almost shake his
head as if to clear it of unwanted thoughts.
As I ate I watched him from the corner of my eye and wondered
about him. On the surface, he appeared almost vapid and airy but
I suspected it was all an act and underneath was a mind like a
steel trap and a very capable person. And, I constantly
wondered, who was Emma? Did I hear him correctly it was Emma
wasn't it?
'I think,' Jeremy announced, 'that George Michael is the most
attractive man I have ever seen.'
I made myself concentrate on the conversation. 'Who's George
Michael?'
He looked at me aghast. 'The singer in Wham, dear girl! Not the
tall one, that's Andrew, no the short one that sings. Can you do
something about your voice, my dear?' he added suddenly.
'He'll have a voice coach the day after tomorrow,' Angela
volunteered absently and I wondered what she was thinking. I
looked at her and, for a moment she appeared lost and afraid.
'Yes, I know,' Jeremy said, 'but he might as well try now. Try
to talk from your throat, dear girl.'
Dear Girl! I blushed. 'I don't know what to say '
'Say, I think George Michael has the cutest bottom.'
'I can't say that!'
'Why ever not? Come on, dear, from the throat.'
I stared down at the tablecloth and mumbled, 'I think George
Michael has the cutest bottom.'
'Not bad, but hardly from the throat, come on, try it again.'
'I think George Michael has the cutest bottom!'
'Very good,' Jeremy beamed. 'Now, let's keep that voice from now
on and the coach will do wonders for you.'
Angela was staring at me and I looked down. 'That was very
good,' she said after a moment and I looked up and tried to
smile.
'Those glasses don't suit you at all,' Jeremy said, munching on
a piece of bread.
'I don't like them either,' I said and was surprised that the
voice came to me so easily.
After dinner, I stood uncertainly in the sitting room, wondering
what I should do next, furtively glancing at myself in the
mirror. Allan Stratton, I said silently, you look like a woman.
It was then I knew I couldn't think of myself as a woman when I
used my real name. I have to have a new name, I realised, I
wonder what Angela has planned.
And then again, there was that small triumphant voice within me,
the voice that had nagged me over the years, that said
gleefully, you pass!
Jeremy was on the telephone while he watched me walk through the
room. Angela beckoned me to follow her to another room, a room
that looked like a study or a small library. 'Sit there,' she
said, pointing at a chair next to the desk as she slipped on
rubber gloves. 'I need some blood samples.'
'Whatever for?'
'Remember you said you would do whatever it takes?'
'Of course but '
'I need some blood samples,' she repeated firmly and, sighing,
I gave her my hand. Expertly, she took the samples and I turned
my head away. 'You doing very well with the voice,' Angela said
after a moment, head down over my hand.
'Thank you,' I said. 'Ouch!'
'Sorry. That's it.' Angela labelled the last container and
looked at me. 'I suggest you get a good night's sleep. It will
be a big day for you tomorrow.'
'You worry me when you say things like that.'
'Nothing to be worried about,' she said evasively.
I stood up. 'Angela,' I asked hesitatingly, 'what name will I '
'You'll know that tomorrow night. The documents and records are
being made or altered as we speak.' Angela said in a business
like manner as she picked up the telephone receiver from the
desk. 'Now, I have to make some calls '
'Of course, goodnight.'
Slowly I walked up the stairs to my bedroom. My feet hurt like
hell and I couldn't breathe properly but every time I saw my
reflection, I smiled.
Jeremy bustled into my room and laid a plain white night gown
with blue flowers embroidered around the bust on the bed. 'Wear
this tonight, dear and here are your instructions,' he said,
sticking a piece of paper to the bathroom mirror. 'Follow these
instructions to clean your face. You must do it every night!'
'Ok,' I nodded. 'Can you help me out of the corset?'
I began to pull the dress over my head when Jeremy stopped me.
'No, not like that, like this,' he mimed showing me how to cross
my arms downwards instead of up.
I did it and he smiled. 'You are a quick learner. Now, let me
get this off you.' His fingers worked on the corset and I sighed
in relief when I could breathe properly again.
He was staring at me again, I couldn't help myself and asked
softly, 'Jeremy, who do I look like?'
He blinked and tried to smile. 'Look like? My dear girl '
'Tell me,' I asked gently.
Jeremy opened his mouth, closed it again, looked at the wall and
then smiled at me, saying, 'you look like a woman, dear. Now,
sleep well but don't forget to clean your face!'
'I won't.'
'I'll wake you at seven and I'll show you how to do your face.
Goodnight my dear.'
It felt like I was asleep for only ten minutes when Jeremy flew
in again, pulled the curtains back and pushed me into the
shower. 'Shower cap!' he screamed at me and I quickly complied.
'Now,' he said as he sat me down in front of the mirror, 'here
are your instructions for making up your face.' Jeremy taped
another sheet on instructions to the side of the mirror. 'From
tomorrow, you will do your face and if it's not up to scratch,
Angela will send you back up to do it again. I think she has all
the signs of a classic bitch, my dear,' Jeremy confided.
'I know,' I said dryly, staring at the mirror.
'If she does, you clean your face,' he said pointing at the
instructions he had given me the night before, 'as per these
instructions and then redo your face as per these instructions.
Ok?'
'I get it,' I muttered sulkily.
'I'm so glad and don't forget the voice, dear. You were
wonderful last night, pity to spoil it by being grumpy. Now,
I'll take you through it and show you. We'll use that magnifying
mirror, but you must check your makeup when you're finished with
your glasses on. Let's begin.'
It wasn't rocket science and I thought I would be able to do it
or so I initially thought. I focussed on Jeremy's voice and
peered into the mirror to watch what he was doing to me. 'You
have rather nice eyes so we'll make them look bigger '
On and on he went. 'You have full lips as well, it's almost as
if you were born to be the nose is just perfect ' I was
nonplussed when he finished, I looked so different! 'I'll never
be able to do it as well as that,' I mumbled miserably.
'Of course you will,' he laughed gaily, 'it's just practice.
Now, you hide the old fellow,' he said with a wink at my groin,
'and I'll get the corset.'
Angela was seated at the breakfast table nibbling on toast and
talking to an older man when Jeremy and I entered. The man
looked at me and then questioningly at Angela, surprise on his
face and Angela nodded at him.
I nodded to them and poured a cup of tea and then sat down with
some toast. We ate in silence and I could feel the man's eyes on
me. I couldn't eat more than a piece of toast, it was probably
the stupid corset.
'Are you ready, Jeremy?' Angela asked and Jeremy smiled.
'Ready to go and she'll be gorgeous when I've finished.'
'Not too gorgeous,' Angela quickly warned, 'she has to merge
into the background, not stand out, remember.'
I looked at her, wanting to scream out that I wanted to be
gorgeous but bit my tongue and studied the tablecloth. Jeremy
shrugged. 'Pity, she has potential, but you're the boss.'
Angela looked at me. 'This is a doctor, he needs to examine you
before you spend the day with Jeremy.' I opened my mouth to ask
questions but something in those cold eyes of hers stopped me
and, instead, I meekly nodded.
He examined me in the study without a word. 'I'm going to give
you a shot,' he said without any warning, 'it's slightly
experimental but appropriate in this case. I've examined the
blood tests and this shot will assist you in your mission.'
'What is it?' I asked fearfully, surprising myself that I kept
the female voice.
He nodded approvingly when I spoke. 'Among other things, it's
female hormones,' he said bluntly. 'It will not make a huge
difference but it will assist recovery and formation after
surgery '
'Surgery!'
'Nothing will happen without your approval,' he said in an
attempt to reassure me. However, his offhand and cold manner did
nothing to reassure me and I began to be even more worried.
'This formula,' he said casually preparing the hypodermic, 'will
assist over time, there will be no immediate results, but there
will be gradual changes. Bend over.'
I wanted to protest, to scream and run from the room but a
picture of my mother with her thick cane seated at a funeral
flashed before my eyes. 'Can this be reversed,' I asked softly
and he glanced at me, then nodded slowly.
Was he lying, I wondered, is this an elaborate con game? Maybe,
I should just tell them I quit, that I don't wish to continue?
That voice came back and slyly asked, but you don't want to,
this is more about you now than Edward, isn't it?
Reluctantly, I bent over and winced when he jabbed me. 'You'll
require a shot every day,' he said as he packed his bag. 'Angela
will give it to you.'
Watching him walk out without a backward glance, I wondered what
was happening, where was I heading and had I done the right
thing?
'All right?' Jeremy asked with a bright smile as I walked out.
'I have to call my mother.'
Jeremy glanced at Angela. 'Of course, dear but now? We have
things to do '
'I have to call her!'
They showed me the telephone and I called her.
'Hello Mum,' I said softly, relief flooding through me at the
sound of her voice.
'Allan? What's wrong with your voice?'
'I have a cold. I'm still working on everything but I may be
away for a few weeks. I'll try to call when I can.' 'A few
weeks? Should I worry?'
'No,' I forced a laugh, 'of course not. I'm just investigating
stuff, talking to people.'
''Oh that's good,' Mum said with obvious relief, 'I thought you
were going to dash off to Russia or something.'
'Me?' I laughed again but it sounded shrill even in my ears. 'I
don't think so.'
We chatted for a few minutes about normal things and for a few
brief moments, life was normal. Mrs Pratt, Mum's neighbour had
the 'flu, the Thomson girl down the street was pregnant and
Margaret Thatcher was ruining the miners.
I rang off and followed Jeremy to the room he had worked on me
the day before and vowed I'd follow his instructions, just to
get it over with.
He attacked my hair again and wove some extra hair, hair
extensions he called it in and my hair was suddenly thicker. He
spent a little time on my eyebrows and eye lashes, then my
nails, fingers and toes. He fixed the long nails to my fingers;
they were a cherry colour, and I looked at them. 'This won't
effect my playing will it?'
'What do you mean?'
Perhaps, he doesn't know what I'll be doing, I thought, Angela
did say not to tell him anything. Sod it! He's the only friendly
face around here!
'I play the piano and if all this is successful, I'll be joining
a band,' I volunteered and waited for his reaction.
'There are women piano players, aren't there?' he asked calmly
and I nodded slowly, looking at my fingers.
'Are these permanent?'
'Dear, if you're worried you won't be able to remove them,
don't. They do come off in time.'
Jeremy didn't even ask before he pierced my ears and I suddenly
had earrings.
'Now,' he said seriously, 'this is the difficult bit.'
'What?' I said worried.
'Waxing and electrolysis, it will be a rather trying day for
you.' He looked at me with an expression of tenderness for a
moment and then it vanished. 'It will hurt a little, I'm
afraid.'
'Oh,' I said softly.
The rest of the day was a blur of pain and boredom. At one
point, Jeremy patted my arm as tears flowed and said, 'it's all
right to cry, dear, one of the advantages of being a girl.'
Finally, he produced a new grey skirt and a pale blouse. 'Let's
try something different,' he said with a smile.
I stared at myself in the mirror and Jeremy slipped an arm
around me so he too could see the reflection. 'You are
stunning,' he smiled. He kept staring and then he turned away,
to hide something.
I had to admit that I didn't look too bad. I looked like a woman
you would see on the tube who was going to work in a solicitor's
office or something like that. Warmly sexy, not glamorous but
definitely a woman.
'Not shabby,' was all I could say, pleased.
'I could make you more glamorous but Angela said no,' he said
apologetically and I shrugged.
'I think this will do.'
Angela thought so too when we joined her for dinner. I hurt all
over, the waxing and the electrolysis and the shoes but I also
felt very proud that I had achieved this, that I was believable.
I can pass, a voice inside me kept say with glee, I can!
'Incredible,' was all she said before she returned to her meal.
Thank you for the compliment, I inwardly fumed but tried to eat
something instead, a few kind words wouldn't go astray, you
know!
After dinner, I followed her beckoning finger to the study once
again. 'No more blood tests?' I asked sarcastically and she
smiled quickly.
'No, I think we're through with that, but I do have your hormone
shot. Where do you want it?'
It seemed undignified to bend over and pull up my skirt to this
woman I thought despised me for some reason. 'In the arm,' I
said softly. I looked away; I can't stand needles and winced
when it went in.
'Keep your finger on it for a moment. You asked last night about
your name?'
'Yes?' I was suddenly eager to hear the name I would use.
Angela picked up a folder and read from it, although I suspected
she didn't need to. 'Your name is Elizabeth Anne Grey.'
'Elizabeth Anne Grey?' I rolled it through my mind. Elizabeth!
I must admit I quite liked it. And the Anne Grey struck close to
home and I wondered if that was on purpose?
'Yes, Elizabeth,' Angela said in that cold businesslike way of
hers. 'Jeremy and I will call you that now,' she said, suddenly
a little uncomfortable. 'I have all your documentation,
passport, birth certificate and everything '
'How did you do that?'
'Never you mind but it is here and I'll give it to you at the
end of our time here. Let me tell you that Elizabeth Grey is, as
far as the Soviets and immigration authorities are concerned,
real! I have a folder with your history in it. Learn it and I
will be quizzing you all the time. You must be perfect in it!
Understand? Your life could depend on it.'
'Yes,' I said, taking the folder and suddenly eager to learn
about myself, my life.
'Now, tomorrow the voice coach will spend the morning with you
and then there will be a medical procedure in the afternoon.'
My heart quickened. 'Medical procedure, is this surgery?' I
asked, suddenly remembering what the doctor had said.
'A small surgical procedure, which is reversible,' Angela
quickly added and I could tell she was nervous. There were times
when I saw glimpses of what I guessed were the real Angela, the
Angela I saw was a facade, a hard shell to keep me at bay.
'What are you talking about?' I was blustering, I think I knew
or perhaps guessed but wanted to hear her say it.
'It's breast augmentation; it's a simple procedure, although
it's radically new. The doctor thinks the skin thickness and
characteristic makeup will enable '
'Characteristic? What character '
'The doctor pointed out that you have breast tissue that can be
augmented. Apparently,' she said, reading from a piece of paper,
'you have some female characteristics...'
I blushed; it was the same old thing about my size and shape. 'I
suppose it's an advantage that I didn't inherit Edward's
characteristics.'
Angela looked at me. 'Yes,' she said evenly, 'I suppose it is.
I must point out the procedure is not entirely legally
sanctioned but will be able to provide you with small breasts.
I think A or B cup at the maximum?
'A Cup?' I asked stupidly.
'Nothing bigger, perhaps smaller I'm afraid but it will do and
you'll have breasts that will pass inspection. You'll be a bit
sore the next day or so and there will be bruising but it'll be
gone by the time you leave. Elizabeth,' she said suddenly and I
stiffened at the use of my new name, 'the breasts will make you
real, perhaps save your life if you are searched or sharing a
room with '
'I'll do it,' I said suddenly, head bowed. Fleetingly, I
wondered how I would explain all this to Edward when I saw him
or, worse, to Mum! Worse still, how do I explain that I wanted
the breasts?
'Elizabeth?' Angela's voice was soft, almost timid. 'Are you '
'I said I'd do it!' I turned away; afraid that the strange
tickling I felt in my eyes were tears.
'Look, Elizabeth ' Angela began again in that unusual voice but
I walked out of the room, going quickly to my room.
I followed the instructions and cleaned my face. Then I stood
naked in front of the mirror and stared at my body. It wasn't
much, I knew that but my Elizabeth hairstyle looked at home on
top of my body, a body that had generated a few jeers in the
change rooms at school. Tomorrow, I mouthed in the mirror, I
will have breasts! I didn't know whether I was happy or sad.
The next morning I walked nervously down the stairs having
dressed myself and applied my face as per Jeremy's instructions
and now, I awaited the verdict. Jeremy smiled up the stairs.
'Not bad, dear '
'It's terrible,' Angela said sharply but avoiding my eyes, 'you
look like a tart! Think understated, for god's sake! Go back and
do it again.'
I turned around and walked back up the stairs. Slumping in front
of the mirror, I dropped my glasses on the bench top and began
to clean my face. She's such a bitch, I thought furiously as I
worked, she hates me!
Slowly, I walked down the stairs again. Jeremy was hovering at
the bottom and when he saw me, smiled hopefully. Angela stood by
the banisters, fingers tapping as she waited. Her eyes ran over
me, a flicker and then she nodded abruptly. 'That is better,'
she said and walked off.
A relieved Jeremy hugged me and we walked in to a late
breakfast.
The voice coach was a lady who was the hardest woman I have ever
met! She was ruthless and after four hours with her I was about
to die!
'Irene,' I said but she pounced.
'Elizabeth, please pronounce my name with the correct 'R'. I
have explained this to you I think?'
'Yes,' I said sullenly, 'you have.'
The doctor was waiting for me at lunchtime and I felt my heart
sink. 'We have to go by car, I'm afraid,' he said quickly and I
nodded.
I didn't say a word as I rode alone in the back seat of the car,
watching the countryside roll past until we pulled into a low
white building.
Numb, I followed him to a room where I was prepared and then I
sank into a welcoming blackness. The room was white with soft
white gauze curtains and a Monet print on the wall. I was still
groggy; my chest hurt like hell and my tongue felt like it had
a mouldy growth covering it. My stomach also threatened to rebel
but I was awake, barely.
A frighteningly cheerful nurse greeted me and explained what I
could and could not do. I ignored her and after going to the
toilet, crept back into the bed and careful of my tender chest,
fell asleep again.
Shockingly, the next morning Irene appeared at my bedside and
began tutoring me again. 'Irene, please go away '
'Can you please pronounce the 'R' correctly? I do not know how
many times I have to remind '
'Irene!'
'Now, that is so much better. You have a lovely voice, a real
lilt.'
'You think?'
Irene was about to say something when Angela appeared with the
hormone injection. I groaned and turned over. 'Now,' she said
after injecting me, 'where were you born?'
'Go away!' I groaned.
'Elizabeth! Where were you born?'
'London,' I answered grumpily, remembering the script.
'And that voice was wonderful,' Irene noted.
The doctor allowed me to go the next day but not before giving
me instructions to care for my new equipment. 'I've been told
you'll only require those,' he said nodding at the bandaged
breasts, 'for a month at the most. Anything over that is not
advisable and I suggest that you have them removed as soon as
possible. There is danger involved here. Understand?' I nodded.
'Don't come looking for me, this is my last job for you people,
I'm rather tired of the whole thing. They will have to find you
a new doctor.' He stared at me for a moment and then said,
'Goodbye,' and walked off.
Two days later I stared at my small naked and bruised breasts in
the mirror. I had locked the door, keeping Jeremy on the other
side while I looked. The doctor had calmly said the bruising
would vanish by the end of the following week but, although they
were quite small, it felt strange, very strange.
It was also strange how they all treated me like I was a
commodity, with the exception of Jeremy there was no kindness,
no affection and it seemed that Angela for some strange reason
hated me. You're here for Edward, I told myself repeatedly, not
for them or for yourself. Do what you have to do to get Edward
back! That's what I kept telling my self, ignoring the fact that
I knew a lot of this was for me as well.
It was stranger still when I threw myself into the lessons
Angela had arranged. People came and went, all teaching me how
to walk, talk and sit. There were lessons on clothes, shoes and
lingerie. It was so intense but I felt, weirdly, that having
breasts allowed me to slip fully into the role. I was Elizabeth
and as the days slipped by, I quite liked her. It was a secret
dream realised and I didn't want it to end.
I had devoured the profile and life story that Angela had
provided and she and Jeremy would fire questions at me suddenly
and I found myself answering before I even thought about it.
One evening I was walked through the house when I heard raised
voices from the study and it was clear to me that it was Angela
and Jeremy arguing.
'I won't do this anymore, Angela,' I heard Jeremy's strident
voice, 'this is wrong! I don't care what this is supposed to do
for our glorious government but '
'You're getting attached to her,' Angela said harshly, 'she's
here to help the mission that '
'Mission!' Jeremy laughed. 'How can playing the piano help '
'Who told you that?' Angela hissed and my heart began to pound.
'Nobody,' Jeremy said smoothly, 'but I've worked with enough
musicians to recognise the hands of a keyboard player and you've
just confirmed my guess.'
'I think it's time you moved on, left. Your work is done '
'Not likely, darling! I'm not about to leave her with you!'
Angela's voice changed and became nicer. 'Jeremy, why are you
becoming attached to her? I've read your file, it's unlike you.'
'Sod off!'
The doorknob began to turn and I quickly scampered (it's not
easy to scamper in high heels) up the stairs before Jeremy
emerged.
Everyday, I did my face, chose my clothes and then passed or
failed Angela's critical inspection. She rode me constantly; I
couldn't sit or cross my legs without wondering if she was going
to shout at me. Irene had honed my voice to a point where I
wondered if I would ever be able to speak normally again. The
hormone injections were a matter of course and I wondered if I
was to see any side effects now that I was swimming in female
hormones.
One night after dinner, Angela actually smiled and said, 'you've
done very well, Elizabeth.'
Jeremy jumped in before I could say anything, 'Very well? She's
bloody marvellous, Angela! I don't think you appreciate how hard
she's '
'Thank you Jeremy,' Angela said firmly and Jeremy glanced at me,
then at Angela before shrugging and pouring some more wine.
'I have a surprise for you, Elizabeth,' Angela said.
'Oh, indeed?' I said with a cold smile. 'And what am I getting
this time, surgically enhanced arms? I smiled again, batted my
eyes and it was pleasing to see Angela blush. Jeremy looked hard
at me and then smiled wistfully.
'No, it's in the other room. This way,' she said, standing and
leading us down the hall.
I followed her with Jeremy alongside me. Angela swung open a
double door, switched on the light and I saw it as soon as I
entered. 'It's beautiful,' I breathed staring at the sleekly
shining piano in the corner. 'Can I try it?'
'Of course,' Angela smiled and she and Jeremy sat on some chairs
arranged around the piano.
Smoothing my skirt under me, I sat on the bench and looked down
at the keys, the old eighty-eight and smiled.
'Play something, Liz,' Jeremy called and I nodded
self-consciously. Glancing down at the pedals, I knew I couldn't
work them with the high heels I was wearing, the angle was wrong
so I kicked them off. I settled my nylon covered feet on the
pedals, glanced at my long fingernails and then began.
I chose Scott Joplin's 'Ragtime' as it was a good warm up
number, a song to settle. The fingernails didn't hamper me, in
fact, they caused me to think about placement and my touch was
just a little more delicate, almost sensuous.
Jeremy applauded loudly and I glanced at Angela and saw she had
an amazed look on her face. 'Sing us a song, Liz,' Jeremy called
after I played a little jellyroll.
'Sing? Oh no, I don't think so '
'Use that new voice, my dear,' Jeremy urged.
It was tantalising, I had to admit, I wondered what I would
sound like if I sang. Allan Stratton didn't sing, his voice was
too high but maybe Elizabeth could.
I looked over at them. Jeremy winked, his eager face smiling at
me and I could help but smile at him. Ignoring Angela's stony
face, I said, 'I'll try it. This is for you Jeremy,' I said
shyly, 'thank you for your help.'
'It's been my pleasure, Liz,' he smiled across the room.
Running my fingers over the keys, I found myself singing Carole
Kings 'So Far Away'.
So far away
Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?
It would be so fine to see your face at my door
I lost myself in the words, closing my eyes remembering and
feeling while my fingers stroked the keys. Suddenly I felt I had
the strength to reach the end notes, to reach up and feel, to
climb.
I closed, my fingers resting on the ivory, head down thinking
and lost when I felt Jeremy seize me in a fierce hug. 'Liz,' he
whispered, 'thank you. You are bloody marvellous, don't let her
get you down.'
I smiled anxiously at him. 'Thanks Jeremy, did it sound
female?'
Jeremy laughed and pointed at his eyes. 'I'm crying, you bitch,'
he whispered strongly but he was smiling, 'you tortured me. No,
Liz, you were great, perfect. You really did make me cry.'
'Thanks, Jeremy,' I said as he left and I turned back to Angela
who was staring at me.
I waited, finding my shoes with my feet.
She cleared her throat. 'That was very good,' Angela said
slowly.
'Thank you,' I said, closing the piano with a bang.
'Elizabeth,' she began and I waited but nothing more came.
'What?' I finally asked, turning on the piano bench to look at
her. Suddenly she seemed so vulnerable, so alone and I wanted to
hug her.
'The audition for Heather James is Thursday. Tomorrow we should
go out in public, perhaps a coffee somewhere, shopping.'
'Out?'
'Yes, you'll be fine.'
I shrugged. Why not? It was just one more step. As I leaned
forward to slip my shoes on, I felt my small breasts move with
me. I was becoming more comfortable with myself every day and I
found myself not even considering how I would return to my
normal life.
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