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... said it was a very natural reaction. I was sent to a room and told to lay down and relax. I tried, but I was such a fidget and kept looking and touching myself. After a nice coffee and pastry the nurse returned and helped me dress, showing me how to best adjust and wear a bra. I thought I knew about bras, but she gave me some brilliant ideas on how to make them properly comfortable. I signed some paper-work and was free to leave as soon as I was ready.

One big event of the day was over, but now I had something else to be nervous about. I was seeing Karen that very evening and I wanted to make a good impression. No, not a good impression, a knock-out impression! I had bought a lovely strappy red dress with a v-neck that I thought would display the top of my breasts in a classic way and which had a skirt that flared out to give me a cute prom look but which also did an excellent job of hiding what I had down there. What an amazing feeling it was wearing that dress and not having to fill out my chest. I was a little mesmerised by my cleavage, and, after spending a rather long time on my hair and makeup I was finally ready with minutes to spare. The Italian restaurant was conveniently just around the corner from the clinic and I sensed so many eyes on me as I walked in, that I felt as if I was burning up. Karen was already there and waved at me. She complimented me on the gorgeous dress and my super new cleavage before giving me a really tender kiss. I felt myself melting. ...

... That was the effect she had on me.

She had invited me to stay at her flat and, after we had munched on our crispy salads and pasta, we drove to it. I had never followed a car before and I got really worried each time there was a traffic light, but it was not far and we soon pulled into her apartment car park. Her flat was on the top floor and had an amazing view as far as the ocean a few blocks away. It was beautifully decorated with lots of cool Scandinavian style furnishings. I loved it, not just because it was so nice, but because it was so her! We talked for a while and Karen brought out a bottle of white wine. It was no real surprise that it only took two glasses to get us comparing breasts. Hers were Ds, and they did look a little big on her narrow frame, but they were a lovely shape and suited her because of her wider hips.

It would have been fairly naive to assume that such mutual admiration of each other's bodies would not lead anywhere and when she said she wanted a closer look, her lips connected quite deliberately with one of my nipples and began to caress it. The tingling sensation made me shiver. I lifted her head and kissed her. Wow! She was the most amazing kisser ever and I told her so. "You are so beautiful, and so soft and gentle, I still can't believe that you're trans," she said in reply, and it dawned on me that we never mentioned it, not ever, which I realised was nice, but probably rather strange.

I watched her crouch down in front of me. She ...