Well, I waited too. Finally! You are strong and courageous! You have a beautiful and slim body, features. The lustful looks of passing women are directed at you, and they all envy me. “Like this bitch tore off such a stallion,” they think, drilling me with evil and envious eyes. But it only turns me on. They are not able to appreciate what it is to be a woman.

Now, everything will be now. I went so far for this. I've been waiting for this for a long time. Gray summer night descended on a sleepy city. A small cozy apartment took us with the hot breath of the day, locked with concrete walls. Light - no, why? You come to me. A light dress fills with the rustle of the arms of the night darkness, filled with intense breathing and beating, escaping from the bodies, hearts. Tense body and muscle play in the dance of passion. I am pleased and I'm slowly getting drunk. I can afford it now. I can.

I leave you alone - I go to the bathroom. No, there's no reason for me. Do not rush. Today is my night and it will be long. Water envelops the body with coolness, forcing the nipples of a tight chest to wrinkle. My body is perfect. It has not changed much over the past six years, but now it is in harmony with the nature that created me.

Harmony. In anticipation of what I was going all my life, I remember giggles and offenses. School. They are laughing. I am a girl. Without girlfriends and friends. The boys do not recognize me, but for girls I'm a stranger. He alone. A young teacher of physical education, who dragged me into the locker room. He ripped off my clothes. roughly, very roughly unfolded and entered into me with all his. Painfully. Then, it was then that I realized that I was a woman.

Institute. It was different there. I went to classes in tight-fitting dresses, just putting cotton wool in the cups of a gray bra - the last but missing touch. But the courtship of young students for a pretty girl remained only a slight flirtation, a game.

Now. Do not rush. I grease my "pussy" with soft and fragrant cream. I close the water and, putting on a soft towel, enter the dark room. Turning off the lights in a small corridor, I find myself in the rays of the luminous TV screen. The last program probably stopped working about two hours ago. Why do you need him? You want to look at me. I'm here, look. Do you admire me ?! My legs, my chest. Yes, I have a slim figure. Now, I just put a towel. Your hand caresses my back, rubbing unwiped drops of water. The warmth of the hand responds in my lower abdomen, causing the animal to want to cuddle up to you with all its burning body.

More recently, you would have shied away from me, but now. But now you are mine, you caress me, and I feel the touch of your tense cock on the silky skin of my thigh. Your kisses are drunk, and not only can you not hold back this waterfall of passion, this storm of impending merger.

Nipples, with your tongue you force these cranberry nerves to gnaw out a feeling of happiness and delight in my mind. Yes, I want. I want you. possible today everything is possible. Nothing terrible, it's not all right, I just rarely get wet "there." No problem, I'll just take some cream.

Yes OK. Slow movements of your body are replaced by a whirlwind of your passion. I almost do not feel anything “there”, but you will not notice it, I will play along, something else is important to me - I am a woman and now you are with me, no - you are in me. NOW I AM A REAL WOMAN, almost.

Time. Three years ago, before the operation, I could only dream about it. Before the operation. A terrible phrase, mixed with the smell of hospitals, the smiles of surgeons, the bitterness of the tablets and the pain of the injections.

The phrase that changed my whole life is “FLOOR CHANGE OPERATION”.