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ing", and "nipple-pulling" and other enhancement techniques.

Chris was amazed at all there was to learn just to have breasts. It wasn't just "get 'em and forget 'em.

For the drive back home, Chris was wearing a new white lacy demibra with full support cups. . .a gift from his mother. She announced, "You got 'em, you might as well flaunt 'em." The ample cupped brassiere just lifted the two large breasts to emphasize their size. Over this he wore a gauzy parachute silk blouse that could be buttoned up or down to expose as much or little of his cleavage as he wanted. A wide, ruffled denim skirt coming to mid-calf and high-heeled sandals completed his look.

His hair had been curled and caught up at the back of his head with a white silk scarf to tumble in casual curls onto his back and shoulders. Chris and his mother exchanged goodbyes with the staff and set off for home.

As he approached home, Chris got fidgety. It was becoming obvious that his life was about to change a lot. "Gee mom," he asked, "Do you think we've done the right thing. ..I don't think I'll be able to be a boy at all anymore?"

"Well, you weren't spending much time as one anyway. ..so there won't be much of a loss."

They arrived on schedule early that evening. Before pulling into the driveway, Chris unbuttoned his blouse so that his full breasts were seductively exposed with lace from the cups framing them just above the nipples. To his surprise, Suzanne and Julian had arranged a little coming home party with Tani and Jeff, Heather, Bonnie and Mrs. O'Connor.

Chris could hardly suppress his grin as he got out of the car and stepped towards his sister and their friends. Suzanne rushed up to him and froze in her tracks. Her eyes bulged as she stared at the bulging tits spilling out of her brother's blouse. She squealed like a young teeny bopper,

"Chris!!! You little tramp. . .you didn't warn us. I can't believe it! You're stacked!!!"

Soon all the others were gathered around and expressing their sincere compliments. Tani flashed Jeff a significant look as he saw Jeff's more than friendly stare at their friend's new attributes. Jeff smiled back at Tani and with an apologetic grin said, "Hmmm, they're very nice."

"Should I?" Tani snapped back half in jest, half in earnest.

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"More than a handful is wasted," Jeff kidded back. Little did Jeff know that Tani had already been planning such a move and even more significant surgery as well! In their brief relationship, Tani had learned the many ways women can physically please their man, but Tani still wanted Jeff to have the one option that a real woman could offer him. Jeff was happy.

In bed, with Tani in a sexy nightie, they could make love for hours and Jeff would completely forget that the person in bed with him was a male like himself. Tani knew 101 positions, most of them seemed to be designed to please the giver rather than the recipient.

Once the first hoopla was over, Chris wore the heavy support brassieres necessary for the healing and first support. Weeks later he was given a release and for the first time could go braless if he preferred.

It was a frontier of sorts for Chris. That night before going out to dinner, he stood in the mirror massaging moisturizer lotion on his arms and neck. Seeing the full soft mounds, Chris squeezed gobs of lotion over his breasts. The cool wetness made his pert nipples erect and hard. Impulsively, he massaged the translucent goo over his nipples, pulling at them the way the doctor had suggested for enlargement. It was strange. Cool currents of desire coursed through his body yet...his pink gauzy panties showed no sign of strain.

Taking a breast in each hand, Chris squeezed his breasts together, then taking his nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he milked outward at them. "Jeepers!" he moaned feeling the pink flesh arouse unforgettable new sensations.

Feeling the bud grow hard, Chris's fingers finessed and pulled his nipples outward-almost laboriously. Chris's mind raced. The doctor had ordered twice a day "nipple massage" to improve circulation and stretch the areolaes. The imperative "nipple pulling and rolling" had never felt like this before.

As he finessed his new possessions, Chris felt a sensitive sharp almost painful contraction between his thighs. It startled Chris making him stop. "The doctor hadn't warned of any twinge like that?" Chris thought, a bit reluctant to continue.

He surveyed his feminized body and proceeded slowly. To his bewilderment, the "twinge" returned. . .not a pain but like a cramp over not entirely unpleasant. The mirror showed the red faced boy carefully diddling with his most erect nipples.