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School that day was a drag. It was the end of the year and all we were doing was going over what we covered all year in preparations for our finals. During the class I found myself checking out the girls. Normally I would check them out but this time I wasn't checking out their bodies. I started noticing the clothes they were wearing and their makeup. I also noticed the way they sat or walked and the gestures they made. Once you take the sex out of the picture it's amazing what you can learn about them. Seeing I was on a work study program I got out of school around eleven thirty. Even though I didn't start work until four I was still eligible. This gave me time to get my homework done before I went to work. After arriving at home I changed into a denim skirt and a V-neck tee shirt. Under the skirt I wore a new pair of red panties, on my feet I wore white anklet socks and a pair of white tennis shoes. I put on make up but only lightly as my mother showed me the night before. After all I wasn't going out. Seeing I didn't have any homework and Mondays was the day my mother cleaned the house I started to clean. I vacuumed the carpets and dusted. We were fairly clean people so there really wasn't much to do. At four I put in a meatloaf for dinner. My mother arrived home around four thirty. As soon as she walked in she saw I had started dinner and I had cleaned. She took me in her arms and kissed me lightly in the cheek before saying. "Honey I'm so proud of you. You're turning into the perfect girl." I can't tell you how proud I felt at that moment. After dinner we sat around and talked till ten before going to bed. The rest of the week was pretty much routine. My mother would go to the restaurant each day and stay there till eleven at night. I would go to school then come home or go to Stan's till it was time to go to work. Whether I went home or to Stan's I always change into a girl. Then change back before going to work. By Wednesday I was already wearing the larger butt plug. At first it hurt when the widest part of the plug forced my hole to open more than it had. For a few days it was quite uncomfortable but buy Sunday I barely knew it was in me. Saturday turned into the last day I would work at the restaurant. Vince our chef wanted to start the next week as owner and manger. He told me I could stay on if I wanted but I quickly told him I would be glad to step aside. My mother still did the inventory Saturday night as she did ever second and fourth Saturday of the month. On those nights I would be sent home around eight and she wouldn't come home till three and sometimes four in the morning. The Sunday after inventory she would be exhausted though she never complained. On the following Monday I took my history final which ended my high school years. My mother and I went out to celebrate with dinner. I didn't even have to go to school until Thursday and that was only for graduation practice. On Wednesday I went with my mother to the lawyer's office and signed the papers for the sale of the restaurant. It took us close to an hour and a half of signing papers before we each got a check. Vince then shook my hand and got a hug from my mother before we left. "Well honey what are you going to do with your money?" my mother asked once we were in the car, "I'm going to sign the check and give it to you. It's yours by right. You did all the work keeping the restaurant going and you deserve it," I told her. "No," my mother told me before she said, "Your father wanted you to have it. I'll tell you what we'll go deposit the checks in the bank then in a few days we'll sit down and decide where you want to invest it. I'm investing most of mine, as I really don't need it right now." I really felt guilty about taking it but I didn't want to argue over it. When we got home after the bank and dinner I found a letter from NYU in our mailbox. At first I didn't open it, as I was afraid it was a rejection letter. After some hesitation I finally open the letter and it said I was accepted for admission. I was ecstatic and so was my mother. In fact I don't know which one of us was happier. I keep looking at the paper and my eyes kept going to the word accepted, I couldn't see it enough. My mother opened a bottle of champagne that she had been saving for a special occasion. She toasted to my success and we drank the whole bottle by the time we were done. That's when my mother noticed the second sheet of paper in the envelope. "Honey this sheet says you could start classes this summer. They have several classes for freshman," she told me as she showed me the paper. I looked at the sheet and looked over the courses they had available. I saw there was several classes I could take toward the required list. Then I looked further down the page and saw a problem. "Mom it says there will be no dorms available until September for new freshman. Even if I wanted to go which I do I wouldn't have a place to live," I told her and I'm sure she could hear the disappointment in my voice. My mother told me she was sorry and she wished she could do something. I knew I couldn't commute to school, as it was a two-hour drive just to the city. That meant I would have to get up at around three just to make it on time. Though my spirits were dampen about missing out on the summer classes it didn't stop our celebration. Mom opened up another bottle of wine and before we were finished we drank it all. When I woke up Thursday morning my head felt fussy and my mouth was really dry. I had a headache and I could barely focus my eyes. I was pretty sure I had a hang over though I never had one before. Once I got out of bed I took a couple of aspirin before cleansing my bottom. I then took a shower, which seem to help a lot. Seeing I didn't have anywhere to go until one in the afternoon I put on a skirt, a tee shirt ankle socks and my tennis shoes before going down to breakfast. As I walked into the kitchen I said, "Good morning mom." I was already in the kitchen standing in front of the stove when I realized my mother wasn't alone. "Well good morning to you too sweetie. Come here and give your Aunt Cheryl a kiss," my Aunt told me as she held out her hand to me. I froze where I was standing. I didn't know whether to run back to my room and hide or die right where I was standing. I was so embarrassed I'm sure my face turned ten shades of red. My Aunt smiled her warm dazzling smile and said, "Come here precious you have no secrets I don't know. Your mother tells me everything." I walked over to the table as if on auto-pilot. My aunt pulled me on to her lap and hugged me tight and kissed my cheek before saying to my mother. "You're right as always Tress, she looks so much better as a girl then she ever did as a boy. Except if you don't mind me saying she's a little flat chested. Bring her down to Florida I know a few plastic surgeons that would love to give her boobies." "Don't tease the poor girl Cher," my mother told her. "You scared her silly." "I'm sorry Sara. I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to let you know I knew about you and I don't think there anything wrong with you dressing like us girls." She then kissed my cheek once more as her hand patted my bottom. I actually didn't mind sitting on her lap, as she was a very beautiful woman. Even though she was forty-one and my mother was forty-four they both were quite attractive. Aunt Cheryl had big full breasts and a flat hard tummy. When she came up to visit each summer she would lay out side in our back yard in only a bikini I could see she had the body any woman half her age would die for. My mother wasn't any less as beautiful as her sister was. Though I never saw her in a bikini I knew she was as slim and as shapely as her sister was. The only thing Cheryl had that my mother didn't were the D cupped breasts that seem to float on Aunt Cheryl's chest. I got off Cheryl's knee and got myself some breakfast. We then sat and talked for about an hour. My mother was so proud of me she showed Aunt Cheryl my acceptance letter. Aunt Cheryl looked at it and noticed there was something strange with it. "Sara honey did you see who this was addressed to?" I looked at the paper and it took me a second to realize it was addressed to Sara Daniels and not Scott Daniels. "I guess I'll have to call them and tell them they made a mistake," I told my mother though I was sure Stan had something to do with this. "I don't see why you have to do that. You want to be a girl right? This will make it easy for you. You can start being Sara all the time as soon as you graduate from high school," she told me. "That's right sweetie," my Aunt said, "Once you're in college everyone will know you as Sara. You and your mother can come back with me to Florida on Monday and you can get a boob job. By Friday we'll have you out by the pool in your first bikini." The thought was temping and seeing I wanted to be Sara all the time I couldn't see why I shouldn't. "Do you really think it'll work?" I asked not knowing what else to say. Both my mother and Cheryl said, "Of cause it will." So I agreed to get the boob job as Aunt Cheryl called it. Aunt Cheryl picked up her Cell phone and called a doctor she knew. The way she talked to doctor gave me the feeling they were more then friends. At the same time my mother called for plane tickets on the same flight that Aunt Cheryl was taking. Before I left for graduation practice everything was set for our trip to Florida. Practice lasted about an hour and a half. After that I went over to Stan's house to check on it. Seeing I wasn't going to stay long I put on a nightgown just so I could say I was dressed like a girl while I was there. I had already cleaned up the place making sure to dust every where. I also did all the laundry I could find and even changed the bed linen. The place was definitely cleaner then when Stan left for his trip. Stan had called me several times while he was gone. Each time he started talking like we were had been lovers for years. He told me he missed me and he couldn't wait to get back so he could make love to me. Each time he hung up I had to stroke myself because his calls turned me on so much. When I got home my grandparents were there and they were staying at a local hotel seeing they lived in Arizona. They were my mother's parents and the only grandparents I had. My father's parents past away before I was born and seeing he had no siblings there was no one from his side. We went out to dinner together then back home. We talked for a few hours till my Grandfather said it was past his bedtime. My aunt went to the hotel with them leaving my mother and I alone. In less that an hour we were in our own beds and fast asleep. Graduation could not come soon enough. I had to stay dressed as a boy the entire day seeing my Grandparents where over the house bright and early. I had to leave an hour before everyone else to get ready so I wasn't even sure where my family would be sitting. Seeing our graduation class was so small, only thirty people we could all sit on the stage. Once I was on the stage I could look out over the audience and I picked out my mother instantly. She was sitting next to her sister who was sitting next to her father. What surprised me was who was sitting to my mother's left. Stan had come to my gradation. Seeing him in the audience caused me to get an instant hard on. I only barely remember the rest of the ceremony except that it lasted way too long. Once the ceremony was over and we were released with diplomas in hand I ran out side to find my family. I was really looking for Stan and he was standing right next to my mother talking with my grandfather. I wanted to run to him and throw my arms around him and kiss him but I knew I couldn't. Instead he shook my hand and congratulated me. I did get hugs and kisses but they were from my mother Aunt and grandmother. My mother had arranged to have a party at the restaurant. Only a hand full of people showed up which were friends of my mothers. Except for my family and Stan I only knew everyone else though my mother. Half way through the party Aunt Cheryl whispered in my ear, "I'll say one thing for you; you have excellent taste in men. I'm actually jealous of you." I'm sure I blushed a deep red, but I couldn't get the smile off my face. Around nine o'clock I had to go to the bathroom. As I walked in to the bathroom Stan followed me in. As soon as we saw we were alone he asked, "Are coming over tonight?" "I hoped too. I didn't know you were back yet," I told him shyly. Stan ran his finger over my cheek and said, "I wanted to surprise you. I'm going now I hope to see Sara soon." "She'll be there as soon as she can," I told him. Stan left the bathroom and I stepped up to the urinal. It's awfully hard to pee when you have a hard on. The party started breaking up soon after. At about nine thirty my mother whispered to me, "If you want to leave I'll cover for you?" "Are you sure?" I asked even though I felt like I was half way out the door. "Of course honey. I know what it's like to want some loving. Are you going to go home to change first?" She asked. "Though I'm scared to go out dressed as Sara I really want to show up at Stan's already dressed. I want to show him how much I've learned." My mother squeezed my hand and said, "Do it baby. As long as you don't speed you shouldn't be stopped." I said good bye to my grand parents and my Aunt then I was out the door. Even though I wanted to hurry I stayed under the speed limit while I drove home. It seemed to take forever to get home. I already had my outfit picked out; in fact I had it picked out since my mother brought it home from the store. The second I saw the short red cocktail dress I knew I wanted Stan to see me in it. When I got home I when straight to my bedroom where I stripped off my clothes. If I had know at the time this was the last time I would wear boys clothes I don't think I would have done it so unceremoniously. Once I was naked I went into the bathroom and removed the butt plug that had seemed to become part of my life. I then gave my bottom three deep cleansings. I wanted to be extra clean for Stan. After my enemas I took a shower with fragrant soap that smelt like lilacs. Seeing I had used the hair remover earlier that day I was sure my skin was completely smooth. After the shower I slid the butt plug back into place hoping that the next thing that slid in my bottom was Stan's cock. In the bedroom I slid on a new pair of dark brown stockings before I tried to put on the red satin corset. I knew once the corset was in place I would have trouble bending over to put on my stockings and heels. The corset was already tightened properly seeing my mother had me try on all five that she bought to insure they fit. Though it fit perfectly I had to work to get the front hooked, as it was so tight. Once it was hook all the way up the front I pulled on my chest to get my tiny breast out. With the help of a red satin padded bra I had the shape I wanted. After hooking my stockings to my garters and sliding on my panties I sat down to do my make up. Over the last two weeks I had put on and taken off my make up so much I was able to do it in a third of the time it took me the first time. I'd have to say I looked so much better than I did the first time thanks to my mother's tutelage. Once my makeup was perfect I put on the dress. It was short probably too short but I loved it so much. It was really tight around my midsection but thanks to the corset I showed no bulges of fat. It also wrapped tightly around my legs as it seemed to be glued to me. The only problem I could have had was an unsightly bulge where there shouldn't be one. Thanks to the tight panties I wore my penis and testicles were tucked back between my legs eliminating the problem. My mother also thought of that. Once I was dressed I packed some make up into a leather handbag. I knew Stan had makeup at his place but I brought my own so I had what I needed. I also packed an over night bag so I would have a change of clothes and some sleepwear, In the overnight bag I packed my cleansing supplies as I was sure I would need them. I also packed a small handbag with my driver's license some cash and my credit card. Getting stopped would be humiliating, but not having a license would be a lot worse. After I was ready I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked fantastic if I had to say so myself. That is except for my hair I still didn't know what to do with it. My mother had suggested a wig until it grew out but I didn't like that idea as she said she couldn't find one that a younger girl could wear. In the end I didn't comb it as it looked less manly that way. The drive to Stan's was nerve racking. First of all I had to watch my speed and the turns I made. It seemed like the cops were out in force looking for graduates that though they were immune to the law. On top of that I never drove in heels before and these new four-inch open toed heels changed the position of my foot. I had to really concentrate on pushing the gas and the brake so I didn't push too hard or too soft. By the time I entered Stan's driveway I was a nervous wreck. I wasn't sure which I was more nervous about the drive getting there or the fact that I would see Stan again and maybe losing my virginity. All I know is my entire body seemed to be shaking and sweat was popping out on my forehead even though the air conditioning was on full blast. Once I was out of the car I gathered up my bags. At first I wasn't sure if I should bring them in right a way or wait until later. If I brought them in first I would be telling Stan I was going to spend the night. If I waited for later I wasn't sure I would have the time. Seeing I had already spent the night twice I decided to bring my bags in right away. I mean why play coy when we both knew what was going to happen. I carried my bags to the front door. Before I could use the key Stan gave me, or push the doorbell the door opened. Stan was standing in the doorway he was still wearing the shirt he wore to my graduation. Only now the top four buttons were undone and his sleeves were rolled up to mid forearm. He still wore the same pants though now he wasn't wearing any shoes. His smile lit up his face as he took the bags from my left hand. After switching the bag to his other hand he took my hand and gently pulled me into the house. Once he closed the door he cupped his hand over my ear and said, "You are beautiful, I can't believe you're the same girl I left here two weeks ago." I wanted to say thank you but Stan didn't give me a chance as he bent over and kissed me on the lips. Less than a heart beat later I dropped the bags I was carrying and my arms went around his neck. He also dropped the bag in his hand as his arms went around my waist. We kissed deeply and passionately as we clung to each other. His tongue entered my mouth like a serpent. I licked it and sucked on it lightly. Our kiss lasted for several minutes, but I swear I could have kissed him all night. When our kiss ended Stan pulled me into the dinning room. On the table were two small gifts elegantly gift-wrapped. He sat at the head of the table and pulled me on to his lap. We then kissed some more before he handed me one of the gifts. After telling him thank you I unwrapped the gift. Inside a velvet jewelry box was a ladies gold watch. Stan took the watch and put it on my left wrist before we melted into another soul burning kiss. The second gift was a gold heart shaped locket. Inside the locket was Stan's picture and inscribed on the back was the words "With love Stan." I thanked him once more and we kissed again. This time the kiss lasted much longer and his hands moved over my body. I could tell what he felt surprised him, when his hands grazed over my lemon size tits. His fingers played over them as if he was trying to see if they were real. He even pinched my nipple so I would moan. Then he knew the bumps where my own breasts. He played with my tits for a few minutes before his hand journeyed south to my stocking clad thighs. His hand slowly moved up my thigh till I felt his finger on my panties. I parted my legs to give him access. Stan quickly pulled my penis and my balls out from between my legs. My penis became hard quickly and Stan rubbed my balls through the satin panties. At the same time his thumb stroked my penis. I moaned into Stan's mouth while at the same time I felt his man hood become hard under my bottom. Although I wanted to cum I wanted Stan to cum first. I eased off his lap and went to my knees in front of him. I unbuckled his belt and then unsnapped his pants. After I unzipped him I reach in and pulled out his cock. I had thought about doing this every day since Stan left. I thought about having my painted lips wrapped around his cock as they moved up and down his thick shaft. I thought about how he would moan when his cum splashed on to my tongue and how he would go limp as I drained his cock. Once I had his cock out of his pants I knelt up and leaned over his lap and started licking his cock. Stan moaned with the first touch of my tongue. Just like they did in the movies I ran my tongue up and down his cock on every side till I could see my saliva running down his cock till it puddled around the base. When I looked up before taking his cock head into my mouth I saw Stan watching me. Without taking my eye off his I slid my lips around his head and sucked slightly. I could see the smile in Stan's eyes as well as on his lips telling me I was doing him just right. I moved my lips down his cock till I couldn't stuff any more in my mouth. I knew in a few minutes my mouth would adjust to his huge head and then I could take more of his manhood into my mouth. For now I was content to suck on what I could while my hand moved up and down his shaft in time with my lips. It didn't take as long for my mouth to adjust this time as it did the first time. Sooner than I was ready for it I could feel the tip of Stan's cock tickle the opening of my throat. I gagged slightly as the tip crashed into my throat and I saw stars before my eyes. It was a total accident that I did this but I heard Stan say, "Oh baby are you going to take me into your throat." I really had no desire to but I thought I should try it for Stan. The next time I went down on Stan I let the head hit my throat. Again I gagged and the stars came back. I tried to push down more to get the head in my throat but I started to cough violently and had to withdraw. Once I got my breathing under control I tried again, then a third time and each time I gagged and coughed till I pulled off. On the fifth try I got the head lodged in my throat which I almost smiled at but I was over come with nausea and had to pull off once more before I threw up. Stan petted my head and said, "It's okay baby, you don't have to if you can't." This only made me want to try harder but not this night that last one almost done me in. I continued to suck Stan's cock as my hand moved up and down his shaft. He lasted a lot longer this time and soon my lips started to feel numb. Just when I thought I would have to stop as my neck started hurting I hear Stan groan like he was hurt and at the same time his cock seemed to swell. A moment later I felt the first squirt of cum leave his cock and land on my tongue. His cum was thick and hot and I swear it felt like he came a quart. I know I had to swallow constantly as he filled my mouth over and over again. I proudly can say I didn't lose a drop of his love juice and believe me I looked just to be sure. Once I had drained Stan dry and his mighty cock had shriveled down I tucked his manhood back in his pants and buttoned his pants. Stan then pulled me back up on to his lap and kissed me. His tongue moved into my mouth where I'm sure he could taste his cum. We kissed for what seem like a very long time before Stan pulled his lips >from mine and said, "You're really special baby, you're beautiful and oh so feminine. When I saw you come to my door I barely recognized you. You've been getting training from someone haven't you?" I blushed and said, "Yes some one has been teaching me how to be a girl. But not how I want you to teach me. I want you to make me a woman. I want you to teach me how to be the woman you want." I must have said the right thing because Stan kissed me so hard and he hugged me so tight I couldn't breathe. I barely kept my wits about me till he ended the kiss. When I could finally breath again Stan stood up picking me up with him and started carrying me out of the dining room while saying, "All you have to do is ask baby. I need to know what you want and the only way I know is for you to tell me." I knew we were going up stairs to Stan's bedroom. As we passed my bags I said, "Stan I need my things." Stan put me down and we gathered up my bags then walked upstairs together with Stan's right arm around me protectively. Once in his room I placed my bags by the closet that Stan kept the woman's clothes in. I then went to him and put my arms around his neck and asked for a kiss. Stan kissed me deeply and at the same time I felt the zipper on the back of my dress being lowered. After some tugging and some pulling he was finally able to lower my dress to the floor around my feet. My bra was the next thing to go but he didn't have any problems with it. At the same time I started undressing Stan. His pants were quickly gone with the unbuttoning of one button. His shirt had a few more buttons but that was gone with in seconds. His silk boxers were the last item in my way and they were gone as quickly. With my corset still in place Stan looked down at my tiny breasts and said, "That's amazing. Who taught you how to do that?" I blushed slightly knowing it was my own mother who taught me but I said, "I'd rather not say just yet, it's too embarrassing." Stan didn't persist he merely took me in his arms and kissed me. At the same time and with out taking his lips from mine he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He lay me down and followed me down to lay along side me and still his lips never left mine. We kissed for a long time and at the same time Stan's hands found my tiny breasts. He felt them as if he was making sure they were real and then he started playing with my nipples. He would pull them and roll them between his fingers till the nipple was rock hard and the sensation would make me gasp. Once his mouth left mine he kissed my neck and nibbled on my ear. He then moved down to my throat on his way to my breasts. His mouth made love to my breasts like they were ten times as big. When he started sucking the nipples the sensation was enough to make my toes curl. If I had any doubts about getting the breast implants they vanished instantly. Too quickly Stan's mouth left my breast and worked its way down my corseted body. He kissed his way down till he came to my panty-covered penis. There he licked and licked till it felt like my panties was soaked with his saliva. Once my panties were wet Stan pulled them off. When he looked back at my denuded pubic area he whistled and said, "Oh baby you're beautiful. How did you know I like my women hairless?" "I didn't know but all the tranny girls I saw on the net were like this. Do you like my dick like this?" I asked as I rubbed my hand over my hairless genitals. Stan leaned over and kissed my hairless dick and said, "I like your clit like this if that's what you mean. Girls don't have dicks." I guess Stan was probably right girls didn't but at that point I didn't care one way or the other as Stan started sucking my clit. I had been so excited for so long I almost came the instant Stan took me in his mouth. I was able to hold out so I could feel his warm wet mouth on my clit. I groaned each time Stan's mouth slid up my clit and I moaned, sweetly every time his lips slid down my member. Stan would bring me to the edge of orgasm then he would pull his lips off me and start licking my balls. He would moan each time he took my soft scrotum into his mouth. Once my orgasm subsided he would once more take my clit into his mouth. Over and over again he would leave me hanging. It wasn't long before I was begging him to let me cum, to fill his mouth with my seed. After what seem like and eternity he said, "Sara sweetheart if you want an orgasm all you have to do is ask. Tell me you want to squirt your sissy juice." "Please Stan please let me squirt my sissy juice. Please honey please," I pleaded with him. Stan took me in his mouth once more and this time he sucked me hard and his lips moved up and down my clit so fast it felt like I was connected to a vacuum cleaner. Before I knew it I was squealing like a little girl and the next second my clit exploded in Stan's mouth. I came so hard it felt like my head was going to cave in. Stan sucked up every drop of my sissy cream till I was well spent, but Stan wasn't done with me yet. Stan flipped me over till I was on my tummy and he started kissing my bottom. He kissed me over and over. Then he licked every inch of my bum till I felt a cool breeze on my wet skin. He then started licking the crack of my ass. Even though the butt plug was still in place. After his tongue drove me crazy for ten minutes he said, "I see you wore the plug in your pussy like I told you. Have you had it in often?" "Yes Stan always. I only took it out to go to the bathroom and when I needed to cleanse my bottom. I mean pussy," I told him as I looked back toward his face. I could see Stan smile when I corrected myself then he said, "I knew you would be a good girl. Now what should I do with it?" "Take it out Stan take it out and put your cock in me. Fuck my pussy with your cock please Stan," I told him though I sounded like I was begging and I'm sure I was. I felt Stan grasp the end of the butt plug and give it a slight turn before he pulled it out. I had been pulling it out of my bottom for two weeks now, but it didn't feel as good as when Stan pulled it out. I squealed in pleasure when the plug popped free. When I looked back I saw Stan looking at the plug before he said, "I see someone has taught my sissy about personal cleanliness. That's good seeing how I dislike dirty sissies." Now that the butt plug was gone I felt so empty. At the same time I felt proud. Proud that I had learned my bottom needed to be clean. The feeling of pride soon turned into ecstasy as Stan started licking my pussy. His tongue entered my hole instantly and I squealed as my hips pushed my bottom up to his face. I humped his face for several minutes as Stan's tongue piston in and out of my hole. His tongue fucking was good but I needed more I need his cock in me. I turned my head and said, "Please Stan, give me your cock I need it so bad. I've been thinking about you fucking me for two weeks." Stan pulled his mouth from my pussy knelt up and said, "Of course my love. Just get the lubricant and lube up my cock. It's on the nightstand." I reached over and grabbed the translucent blue bottle of lubricant then turned over into a sitting position with Stan kneeling in front of me. I grabbed his already hard cock with my left hand and poured a thick line of lubricant down the length of his cock. I then capped the bottle and laid it on the bed as my left hand started rubbing the lube all over his cock. As I continued to massage Stan's cock he took my head pulled it up to his and kissed me. After he kissed me and while I was still stroking his cock he said, "Okay baby roll over on to your knees and put your head on the pillow with your pussy up in the air." I assumed the position that he wanted then I felt him kneel between my legs. With out a word I felt his cock slide between my cheeks and with a slight uncomfortable pressure the head of his cock popped into my hole. What started as a moan of discomfort soon turned into a moan of pleasure. The feeling of his cock entering me was like nothing I ever experienced before. Though the butt plug felt good going into me it felt like nothing compare to the pleasure I was feeling at that moment. I must have squealed as he slid his cock into me and it must have caused Stan some concern as he stopped moving and asked, "Are you okay honey I didn't hurt you did I. Do you want me to pull out?" "God no. Don't pull out please go deeper I want more of your cock," I shouted. Stan gave me more all right He shoved his cock in about as deep at the butt plug had gone. I squealed once more before a gasp left my lips. Stan grunted hard before he started moving in and out. He only fucked me with about two or three inches of his cock, but that was enough to send me into a state of bliss where nothing else mattered than that cock going in and out of me. His cock felt hard and strong as it drilled in and out of my depths. When I didn't think it could get any better he added another inch. Now he was in territory where nothing had passed before and my bliss became ecstasy as I could feel my anal walls surround his cock. I could even feel the veins on his cock as they slid in and out of my sphincter. When I felt Stan's thighs touch my cheeks, I knew I had every inch he could give me. Knowing I had his big cock all the way up inside me sent a thrill though my body that almost felt like an orgasm. After a few minutes of this hard fucking he coaxed me up so I was now on my hands and knees. He then started pulling on my hips each time he slid his cock into me and pushed me away each time he pulled out. I quickly realized what he wanted and soon I was rocking back and forth with his rhythm. Stan slapped my bottom playfully and said, "That's it girl fuck yourself on my cock. Now squeeze your pussy on my cock. Let me see how tight you can make it." I didn't have to be told twice. I beard down as if I wanted to stop going to the bathroom as I rocked back and forth on his cock. Stan obvious approved as he slapped me again and said, "Dam you're a hot slut. Just like I like them." This made me try harder as I squeezed his cock harder. How long we fucked like this I don't know but all too soon Stan reached under me and took my clit in hand. He stroked me at a fever pace till I felt my orgasm rip though me. My conscious mind slipped into pure ecstasy and I was only partly aware that Stan had shouted he was cuming while he filled my bowels with hot creamy cum. In the mist of my orgasm my breathing became labored and due to the tightness of my corset I couldn't get in enough air. I became dizzy, staying up on my knees became difficult. I fell flat on my face panting for breath that I couldn't take in. A moment later blackness overcame me. When I open my eyes again Stan was looking down at me. I was lying on my back and my corset had been ripped open. I was breathing normally but the look on Stan's face told me that wasn't always the case. When he saw I was looking up at him he said, "Jesus girl you scared the shit out of me. I thought I lost you." Stan looked really worried, but I didn't know why. "I'm sorry what did I do wrong?" I asked. "You stopped breathing that's what you did. Your corset was too tight and you passed out. I thought you were going to die on me. I had to rip open your corset to get you breathing again." He told me but he sounded like he was yelling at me. "I'm sorry," I told him desperately. "I didn't know that would happen." The last thing I wanted at that moment was for Stan to yell at me. Stan must have realized he had yell at me so he took me in his arms and hugged me gently before whispering in my ear. "I didn't mean to yell I was scared something would happen to you." I understood I scared him so I hugged him back. A few minutes later he asked, "Did you enjoy what we did as much as you appeared to enjoy it?" "MMM yes I loved it can we do it again?" I asked shyly as my hand went down and grasped his still wet cock. Sadly it was soft and not showing any signs of life. Stan chuckled and said, "Not for a little while I need to recharge my batteries. Lets go take a shower and well see what pops up later." Stan and I got out of bed and as soon as I stood up I could feel his sperm leak out of me. After I stripped off my stockings, heels and what was left of my poor torn corset I got my cleansing kit and followed Stan into the bathroom. Giving myself an enema in front of Stan was embarrassing. Thankfully he turned away from me and busied himself with the shower. I only gave myself one enema seeing I was only rinsing Stan's cum out of me. I then climbed into the shower with Stan. I was younger than Stan by quite a few years and I guess I had more battery life than he did. After washing each other for quite some time I developed an erection. Stan sank to his knees and sucked my clit like a pro and in minutes I was filling his mouth with sissy cream. He then kissed me with his mouth still filled with my cream. When we were done kissing I had all the cream in my mouth which I swallowed selfishly. After the shower while Stan climbed into bed still naked I put on a nightgown and repaired my makeup. I then climbed into bed with him. He took me in his arms and soon we were kissing. After about twenty minutes of kissing and still no signs of life from his cock he said, "My friend at NYU tells me you should have received your answer to the application. Did you get in?" "Yes I did, by the way did you do something to my application?" I asked even though I was sure he had. Stan chuckled and said, "Why what do you mean?" I could see Stan wanted to play dumb so I figured I would play along with him. "It seems the name on my application got changed from Scott to Sara. I know when I gave it to you it said Scott. So I thought maybe somehow it had gotten changed in your possession." Stan knew I knew he did it so he said, "I just thought it would be easier if you changed your name now. If you decided you didn't want to go through with becoming a she-boy than you could tell them they got the name wrong. It would be a lot easier to prove you're a boy than a girl." He was right about me proving I was really a boy but I knew there were other reasons he did what he did. I just hoped they were the same reason I decided to become a girl. And now that I know sex with a man like Stan can be really great there wasn't any way I wanted to not let the change occur. I could see Stan was worried he had over step his bounds but I really couldn't be angry with him so I said, "As far as I'm concern I like being Sara a lot more than Scott. As Scott I didn't have any friends and as far as sex was concern there was only my hand. As Sara I've had sex with a very handsome man and if you like having sex with me I'm sure there are other men that like sissy boys. So when you get tired of me I'm sure I can find some one. "Also my relationship with my mother is a lot better. Before there was a distance between us, she acted like she didn't know what to do with me. Now we have a lot to talk about." Stan pulled me close and said, "I guess that means your mother knows all about us and she's okay with it?" I giggled and said, "The last time I was here I forgot to remove the makeup I was wearing. She figured it out right away. She's been very supportive." To change the subject from my mother he asked, "So when are you starting college?" "The second week in September," I told him. "I actually had a chance to start earlier. They have several courses I could take this summer but they're not opening the dorms to new students until September. So I can't start until then." "You want to go to school in the summer? I thought you would want to take off the summer and do something or just relax." He asked. I kissed his chest and said, "No there's not much around here to do. Now that my mother has sold the restaurant I don't even have work to go to. I might as well go to school. The sooner I start the sooner I'll get out," I told him. Stan looked surprised at this and said, "Your mother sold the restaurant? Where am I going to get my great Italian meals from now on?" "The chef we had working at the restaurant bought it and he says he'll be keeping the menu the same," I told him, then I said coyly, "If you invite me over I can cook for you." "So besides cleaning you can cook too," he asked telling me he noticed that I had clean up around the house. "Well I'm not as good as my mother but I learned everything from her. Even though some of it she had to brow beat it into me," I told him with a slight giggle to my voice. "I may just have to invite you over to see what you can whip up," he told me. I didn't answer as I was trying to whip something else up. I started kissing my way down his chest till I reached his deflated cock. Once I had it in my mouth it didn't stay soft for long. When he was hard once more I tried taking into my throat again. I was more successful this time though I still couldn't get it much passed the opening of my throat. After I sucked his cock for about ten minutes Stan pulled me off and pulled me up. He then coaxed me into straddling him at the waist I then had to lube his cock. He then held his cock up straight so I could sit down on it. I rode Stan's cock for another ten minutes before he turned us over. With my feet around his head and my bottom turned up Stan took me once more only this time it was in the missionary position. I found I like getting fucked this way the best. Not only is it more comfortable for me but I can look up into Stan's face. I could see when he's smiling and when he's feeling my pussy as it clamps down on his cock. Best of all we can kiss this way and I could see his face when he squirts his man cream in me. After another cleansing and a quick shower Stan and I lay down once more. This time neither of us talked. I laid my head on his chest and slept a peaceful sleep. When I woke the next morning or should I say the next afternoon I was in bed alone. I missed not having Stan in bed with me. I also missed not having Stan nibble on my ear to wake me like he did the last time. After lying in bed for several minutes thinking about the night before I figured it was time to get up. After a proper cleansing and a shower, which was turning into a morning ritual I got dressed in a short khaki skirt ankle socks and Mary Jane's. Seeing I wasn't wearing a corset I had to stuff my bra with clean panties. For a top I wore a sleeveless tank top. After putting on some light makeup I went in search of Stan. As I walked down the stairs I found Stan in the front hall talking to the town mayor. I knew who he was but I had doubts he knew who I was, or should I say who Scott Daniels was. Still I almost ran back up the stairs when I saw him. Stan heard me coming down the stairs and before I could make my escape I heard him say. "Sara honey come down and meet Ted. Ted this is Sara, Sara Ted Finny the town mayor." The mayor took my hand and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Sara. Your right Stan she's a beauty." As I felt a blush come to my face I said hello back to the mayor then to Stan I said, "If its okay I'm going to get something to drink." "Go ahead honey I'll be there in a few minutes," Stan told me as his hand rubbed my back. I had been quite nervous around the mayor. He had been a regular at the restaurant since he was elected to office five years ago. I was pretty sure he never noticed me as my mother was the one who always seated him, but I didn't want him to recognize me as I was sure it would cause trouble for Stan. Stan didn't take long with the mayor as he came into the kitchen shortly after I did. I barely had time to fill a glass with water before I felt his hands at my sides. Stan nibbled at my ear and said, "Sit and I'll make us breakfast. I haven't eaten yet either." I turned in his arms and kissed his cheek before saying, "Let me make breakfast. Just to prove to you I can cook." Stan chuckled and said, "I'll tell you what I'll make the coffee and you can make breakfast but first I want you to call your mother so she knows everything is all right. While you're at it see if it's okay for you to stay till tomorrow." Before Stan released me he kissed me while his hand went down and squeezed one of my ass cheeks. Once he released me I went over to the phone and called my mother. There was no answer at home so I tried her cell phone. She and my Aunt were taking my grandparents to the airport. She told me to stay if I wanted but I should come home early the next day seeing we had to pack for our trip to Florida. I promised I would be home by noon before we said our good byes. When I looked into Stan's refrigerator I saw he really didn't have very much in the way of food. There were eggs, bacon, butter and some pop and serve biscuits but that was about all. He didn't have much in his cabinets in the way of food either. As I started putting the bacon into the pan I said, "You really don't cook here very much do you?" Stan was sitting at the breakfast table he chuckled and said, "Not really. That's why I order from your mother's restaurant. Either that or I go to one of the other restaurants in town. I don't have much more back at my apartment in the city either. When there's only one person it's easier to eat out than cook." In a way I felt sorry for Stan. Even though I had to work in the restaurant I still lived with my mother and it was comforting knowing she was there. I couldn't understand why Stan who was really good looking and obviously well off wasn't involved with anyone else. As I sat his breakfast in front of him and mine by the chair next to him I said, "You really need some one to take care of you." Stan grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto his lap where he kissed me deeply. After a minute or so I pulled away from him and told him to eat while I took the seat next to him. Stan ate his breakfast and every once in a while he would take my hand in his and give it a squeeze or he would run his hand up my bare thigh. For the rest of the day Stan and I sat in the living room and talked or watched TV. Our hands couldn't seem to stay off each other and by four in the after noon Stan was sitting with out clothes on and though my top and skirt were still on my panties were lying on the floor near the TV. We had kept each other arouse the whole afternoon but Stan stopped us short of actual orgasms. At around six Stan called for pizza from my mother's old restaurant. Thankfully he answered the door instead of making me do it. After dinner we fooled around some more until I went down on him to suck his cock. I was so aroused by what we did all day that it gave me courage to really try and get Stan cock in my throat. This time Stan was lying on the couch with me between his legs, I sucked his cock and licked his balls for about ten minutes. When I decided to make the try I knelt up and bent over. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him like I had been doing. Then I pushed down and forced the head of his cock into my throat. As it happen every other time I did this, I started to gag but I told myself to relax. I forced myself to hold it for as long as possible. After a few seconds the gag reflex went away and I was able to move down his cock. Unfortunately I couldn't breath in this position so I had to pull off. It didn't take me long to catch my breath and with out taking my lips off Stan cock I went down once more. This time there wasn't even the slightest hint of a gag as I took in three-quarters of Stan's cock. I was feeling pretty proud of myself but Stan made me feel even better when he said, "Oh baby you're the best." I pulled off once more to breath and the next time I went down on Stan's cock I didn't stop until I felt his pubic hairs tickle the tip of my nose. Stan groaned out and I felt his cock expand as the first load of cum went straight to my stomach. I would have stayed there but I ran out of air. When I pulled off, a second load of cum landed on my tongue. Stan came hard and with a force I hadn't seen before. His whole body seemed to jerk as his cock ejaculated load after load of hot creamy cum. I couldn't keep up with the flow as it seeped past my lips and ran down his cock. When Stan stopped cuming and his cock started to soften I pulled it from my mouth then licked his matted pubic hair clean as well as his wrinkled scrotum. Once he had recovered he pulled me up and kissed me hard telling me I was a beautiful perfect lover. He then started giving my body oral worship. With in minutes my skirt and my top were scattered about the room and Stan was sucking or licking every square inch of me. By the time he was done I was begging him to let me squirt my sissy cream which I did right into his mouth. We lay together on the sofa and watched another movie. After the movie we went upstairs where we made sweet romantic love till we were both spent. After a shower we slept in each other's arms. I think that was the night I fell in love with Stan. I was up by nine the next morning and slipped out of bed with out waking Stan. I put on a robe and went down and started making breakfast. Just when I was finishing Stan came into the kitchen and said, "Sara you're going to spoil me." We sat at the breakfast table together then after I washed the dishes I went upstairs to wash and get ready to leave. If I hadn't promised my mother I would be home by noon I would have stayed until Stan had to go back to the city. Unfortunately I did promise her and I had to go. After I put on my red panties and a stuffed padded bra I put on my stockings and a pair of two-inch heels. A pleated plaid skirt came next and a red button down short sleeve blouse came next. I put on my make up and then packed my bags. Stan, the gentleman he seemed to be carried my bags down to my car. Before I could get in he took me in his arms and kissed me as I leaned up against my car. For some reason I never felt as feminine as I did at that moment. I truly liked the feeling. After a long passionate kiss and a little groping Stan said, "I'll see you next week won't I?" "I hope so. I'll call you on Friday to see what time you're getting here. Maybe I'll have something for you to eat instead of calling a restaurant," I told him. Stan kissed me once more before I forced myself into my car. On the drive home I wasn't the least bit nervous and to tell the truth I didn't even think about what could happen if I got stopped. Though I drove the speed limit most of the way I did exceed it when I knew I could get away with it. When I got home I took my bags straight to my bedroom before I went looking for my mom. To my surprise she came into the bedroom right after I entered it. She hugged me tightly for a minute or two and kissed my cheek. She then asked me to sit on the bed so we could talk. After I sat down my mother sat along side me and put her arm around my shoulder before saying. "Honey I need you to be honest with me. I don't think you ever lied to me before, but I need you to tell me the truth," I told her I would, as I never lied to my mother. "Good sweetheart. Now I need to know if you and Stan have been intimate. I mean have you, you know gone all the way." I almost laughed the way she asked but I could also feel a blush creep over my face. I simple nodded my head before she continued. "I don't want you to be embarrassed by this but I need to know. Did you enjoy it? Do you want to do it again?" I could feel the blush deepen, as it would be very embarrassing to admit not only did I enjoy it, but also I loved it. As I looked toward the floor so I didn't have to look my mother in the eye I said, "I enjoyed it and I want to do it again. I know a boy isn't supposed to but I did." My mother pulled my head up and kissed my cheek before saying, "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself and I'll never ever look down on you for enjoying another man." We hugged each other and I knew that was a special moment for us. I knew when I looked back it would be one of the memories I will remember with fondness and maybe a tear. After our hug my mother said, "Now sweetie I need you to know that the answer to this next question will in no way change my love for you. It will also not change my acceptance of your sexual lifestyle. I need to know do you like dressing up as a girl. What I mean is, are you doing it because you think Stan and I want you to dress this way. Tell me the real reason you're dress this way." I thought about my answer before I said, "In the beginning I was tricked into putting on panties. But the next night I did it because I wanted to. After that it seemed to feel right. I think it was the first time I felt comfortable." My mother hugged me before asking, "Are you sure honey? Before we do something permanent I want to be sure this is what you want. I mean there is nothing we've done that's not reversible. You can start wearing your boy clothes again and no one will ever know you ever stopped." I looked across the room at the suit I had worn for my graduation. I knew I could never wear that suit again. I knew the minute I took that suit off it would be the last time I wore anything that had the slightest hint of maleness. I turned to my mother and said, "Mom this is who I am this is what I want. I can't go back to wearing male clothes again it just doesn't feel right anymore." When I looked into my mother's eyes I saw tears forming. I wasn't sure if they were tears of joy or tears of sorrow. Tears for her new daughter or the loss of a son. Or maybe tears of relief. Maybe she thought she had pushed me into something I didn't want but couldn't say no. She didn't push me into anything. She may have nudged me but mostly she just showed me the way. My mother hugged me to her till her tears had stopped then she stood held out her hand and said, "If this is the true you then lets go we have things to do." I took her hand and stood before asking. "What kind of things. I know we have to pack but what else do we have to do?" She started walking out the room still holding my hand as she said, "I've already packed for us. The first thing we need to do is get something done with your hair. While we're at the beauty salon we'll have Stacy shape you eye brows. After the salon we'll get your ears pierced. We also have some shopping to do." Having my ears pierced sound like a good idea though I was a little scared about going out in public. It's one thing to drive in public but another to go out among people. I knew this was going to happen eventually and I'd have to get use to it. My mother and I walked down the stairs and ran into my aunt who was waiting by the front door with purse in hand. "Well is it a boy or a girl?" She asked though I'm sure she already knew the answer. My mother put her arm around me and said, "I would like you to meet my daughter, your new niece." My Aunt hugged me and said, "I'm really glad to hear it I always wanted a niece. Now have you decided what size tits you want?" "Don't be vulgar Cheryl," my mother said as she opened the front door. "I'm not being vulgar. We're all girls here. Tits are tits," my Aunt told my mother. "Honey," my mother said to me. "Don't pick up any of your Aunt's bad habits. They're called breasts and any one that calls them tits has a garbage can for a mouth." "I swear your mother can be such a prude at times Sara," my aunt told me. Then both my mother and my Aunt burst out laughing like she had said something extremely funny. All the way to the beauty salon my aunt and my mother talked constantly about breast size. We discussed what drive men crazy and what would look good on me. Some of the things they said about how men act with women with big breast were actually funny. For most of the trip we were laughing more than anything else. In the end I decided on an a-cup, as it would fit better on my body than a b-cup. When we stopped in front of the beauty salon I saw the sign in the window said closed. I brought this to my mother's attention to which she said, "Stacy is only close to her everyday customers. But she is open for her special customers. Come along honey Stacy is waiting." I followed my mother and my aunt to the door. My mother knocked and a minute or so later a woman opened the door. After we filed inside my mother said, "Here she is Stacy. Is there anything you can do with her hair?" Stacy was a very tall woman with sharp facial features. Her nose was longer than most women's were and her mouth seemed wider. She had big breasts that were hidden by her pink smock but I could see they were at least a D-cup. She also wore a mid-calf length skirt and a button down blouse. She came over to me ran her fingers through my hair then she said in a voice that sounded heavy like she smoked too many cigarettes. "Well it's pretty short and I'll have to cut it shorter. She'll look pretty butch till it grows out but she'll look a lot more feminine than she does now. She looks pretty young are you sure about this?" "She's eighteen and yes we're sure aren't we Sara," my mother asked. "If you mean I want to look like a girl than yes," I said. Stacy chuckled and said, "Well I guess that answer's it. Now you want a pedicure manicure and a style right?" My mother came over and said, "Can you shape her eye brows too? If it's too much of a bother then I'll do it when we get home." Stacy laughed and said, "That's easy. I should be done in three hours are you going to wait or come back for her." "We'll come back we have some shopping to do," Aunt Cheryl told Stacy. After my mother and aunt left Stacy locked the door before turning to me and said, "Come on sweetie we have magic to make," as she led me by the hand to the rear of the shop. I was a little intimidated by Stacy. Actually I was a little scared of her. She seemed rough around the edges and maybe a little too masculine for me. She took me back by the wash basins and washed my hair then she moved me to one of the styling chairs. After she blew dry my hair she started brushing it this way and that. Finally she picked up an electric clippers and shaved the sides and back of my head. I thought to myself that she was crazy and she was doing it all wrong. I mean I was supposed to look like a girl not a guy. Why would she shave my head? Next she mixed up some sort of paste and dabbed it on a small clump of hair then she wrapped them in aluminum foil. It took about an hour before she finished with the foil and paste. By this time I looked like a satellite. While she was letting my hair do what ever it was she was doing to it she went to work on my eyes. First she took some hot goo and painted it around my eyebrows then she applied a strip of cloth to the goo. When the heat was all gone she said, "This may hurt a little so I'll be quick." She gripped the strips of cloth one in each hand and pulled. I just about came out of the chair. It felt like she was ripping my eyes out. I couldn't help the cry that came out of my mouth. Stacy took me in her arms and said, "Sorry about that I know it stings quite a bit but there's no way of doing it with any less pain. And it's always worse the first time." After she consoled me she walked me over to another chair and said, "Okay sweetie take off your stockings and heels, put you feet in the basin and your hands in the bowls and I'll be back in a few minutes to do your manicure." After about twenty minutes of soaking Stacy came back and started working on my finger nails. She applied stick on nails to each finger then shaped them. When she was done I had fingernails that stuck out at least three- quarters of an inch past the tips of my fingers. I then had to choose a color to paint them. It took some doing, as I couldn't decide. Finally I choose a deep red. Stacy painted each nail before starting on my toes. Those she painted the same color. After the first coat dried she did each one again then a third time before applying a sealer to each nail. After my nails were done the aluminum foil was removed and I was taken back to the wash basin to have my hair washed once more. She then blew dried it again before she started cutting. She didn't cut off very much before she put her fingers through my hair and shook them about. When I was finally able to look at my hair I was surprised by the blond highlights all over my brown hair. They made a dramatic statement and even the shaved parts didn't look out of place. It definitely made me look more like a girl, as no boy would ever wear his hair like this. What struck me even more were my eyebrows. My eyebrows were always thick and now there were two thin lines above my eyes. They almost looked like someone had drawn them on with a felt tip marker. Now I didn't look like a boy at all. My face was extremely feminine and the boy that used to look back at me in the mirror was gone. Stacy put her fingers in my hair and said, "After you wash it just put your fingers through like this and give it a good shake. Then let it dry any way it wants. This is a low maintenance cut. My lesbian customers love it. Well what do you think?" "I love it I can't wait for my mother to see it," I told her as I shook my head. Stacy laughed before she said, "Well she should be here shortly. You know you're lucky your mother is okay with your life style I wish mine was, I really miss her." "If you don't mind me asking what life style is that?" I asked. I figured it was all right seeing she knew mine. Stacy laughed and said, "Honey I could kiss you. Don't you know I'm the same as you? We're both T-girls. Though I'm a lot older than you are and you're a hell of a lot cuter than I ever was." This surprised me so I said, "Really I never would have guessed." Stacy laughed and said, "If you're ever not sure check the Adam's apple. If you can see one, it has to be one of us." Just then we heard a knock on the door. So Stacy said, "That will be your mother, get your stockings on and meet us out front." It didn't take me long to get my stockings on and when I walked out front I saw my mother hand Stacy three one hundred dollar bills. Once my mother had paid Stacy she asked my mother, "Well what do you think of you daughter's new hairstyle." My mother looked me over for a minute or so before she said, "To tell the truth she looked too butch at first. But after I studied it I see how it works for her. She looks really cute like this and it's very feminine. I like it how about you Cheryl?" "I like it, I liked it from the moment I first saw her," Aunt Cheryl told my mother. She then handed me a bag and said, "Here go put these on and we'll see how they look on you." Inside the bag I saw a new lace bra a new blouse like the one I was wearing and a box. I was about ready to ask what these were for but my aunt waved me away. So I went in the back of the store to put on the new clothes. I saw the blouse was bigger than the ones I usually wore and the bra had bigger cups and no padding like my other bras. When I open the box I understood why I needed a bigger bra. The box held two A-cup breast forms. It didn't take me long to pull off my old blouse and bra. I then put on the new bra and took the breast forms out of their box. I was surprised that the breast forms felt so real. Well as real as I thought they should feel seeing I never had a real breast in my hand before. The nipple was slightly harder than the rest of the breast and there was a darker shaded area that would be the areola. The breast slipped easily into the cup of the bra and once the two breast forms were in place I looked like I had real breasts. They seemed heavy and they seemed to pull on my back. Once I had my new blouse on they looked so much better than my stuffed padded bra did. If it weren't for my mother calling to see if I was all right I would have stared at my reflection in the mirro