An Accidental Woman 2
On the other hand, as much as they were the reminder that I wasn’t a man, they also were the source of my growing pride. For a day or two I wouldn’t look in the mirror, but then I just faced myself. My tits were fantastic. They were firm and so round. Standing in front of the mirror they barely sagged at all, and with just a little cold air or slight manipulation of my clit they protruded and hardened wonderfully. I loved they way they felt in my hands, and it was hard to get over how small...