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Pain was washed away by a new pleasure. He watched the mirror as his hands caressed the womanly figure-his own. Slowly, then more eagerly, his fingers creating a slow surging rhythm. There was no reason to hurry.

The contractions in his belly and thighs were controlled with the palpitations of his fingers. He hasty twisted and pulled his tender tips until they were sore. Suddenly his back arched in ecstasy as the rapture pulsed and rhythmical contractions of uncontrollable pleasure gushed. Stunned and with tears in his eyes, Chris gasp, "What was that?!?!"

He felt his belly, then realized the smooth, flat crotch of his dainty panties was drenched. It was a new kind of delicious climax. . .one Chris couldn't forget!

Chris had an euphoric sense of satisfaction. He felt a calm feeling of satisfaction that spanned both physical and emotional fulfillment. . .not like the experiments with his male-

ness.

It shouldn't have been surprising to Chris that breasts could be so sensual. His breasts were suddenly highly erogenous zones, sensitive to the slightest touch and capable of sending delight throughout his body.

His daydream of going braless was short lived. His nipples were becoming more sensitive with each passing day-so much so that without a bra, the friction of even the softest, silkiest blouse was embarrassing. His erect protruding nipples were very visible. Chris's mother insisted he wear a bra, saying, "You're sending the wrong message to men."

Over the next few weeks the Thompson and O'Connor households were a beehive of activity. Julian had been dressing as Julia pretty much fulltime since grad. Bonnie couldn't believe that this was the same person who worried about getting his hair done at a beauty salon a few short months ago. His mother sensing that she was losing a son and gaining TWO daughters, sent Julian to the top portrait photographer in Beverly Hills with the instructions, "See if you can take a picture reflecting my son...there's very little boy left.

Now, her brother traipsed around the house in lingerie, thought nothing of going out with Suzanne to the beach in bikinis! His wardrobe and makeup collection must be larger than Bonnie's and their mother's combined! She guessed that her sister was making up for lost time.

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Julian's mother wanted a portrait that reflected her son... this was the best the creative eye could find.