38 -TIT FOR TAT "1990 SANDY THOMAS

Wearing dresses, bras and panties was becoming less and less of a 'big deal' and simply the clothes I wore. They were fitting better.

Victor appeared to be changing. His body softened, his ass and boobs jiggled when he walked. His legs had smoothed out into graceful, feminine curves. I was now fully aware that this was not a 'joke'. Our sissified and demasculinized bodies verified the potency of the female hormones.

Many times I tried to convince Tana to call the bet off, but she wouldn't hear of it. Victor told me, he tried too, although I doubted it since he was enjoying himself so much. The bet was on.

LIFE GOES ON

The weather was nice and we could use our pool. I started to put on my old swim trunks but Tana handed me a feminine one piece bathing suit. It was blue and pink with flowers. The bottom was skimpy but because of my sex cache, (though not the same type as Victor wore), nothing showed. I was surprised at how comfortable it was. The swimsuit had a halter top with straps over my shoulders that tucked in for a bare-shouldered tan. My previously flat chest now bulged outward in soft swellings that sat comfortably in the cups of my swimsuit top. With this cut, I looked bigger than in my bra. I realized how feminine I looked and accepted the inevitable.

I had told you that I realized that I really was receiving female hormones and I was growing my own set of 'perkettes'. I was in bewilderment by their enlargement but fascinated by the new sensitivity on my chest. Those soft, little comforting mounds were quite sensitive. My alert nipples would even gather into little knots when touched or in the cold. Their outlines could be seen on my lace bra.

Why didn't I stop???? Well. . .I had always been a 'tit man' and it embarrasses me to say, I was beginning to like having my very own. I guess most men are pretty much absorbed in their 'dicks' and think they are pretty darn great but the 'breasts' on my chest had me hooked. Oh, I didn't say anything to Tana. I didn't have to. She spent much of our 'private time' subtlety caressing, teasing, tasting and

"My shape was changing! The hormones were not a joke.

unearthing new sensations in them. In other words, Tana liked them as much as I did.

Tana told me a secret, "Most women are usually dissatisfied with their chests. "Too small', 'too saggy', 'nipples too small' or a host of other criticisms. That's why most women are obsessed with breasts. I love having a set of rosy nipples to play with."

So if you were wondering why

I didn't 'be a man' and call the whole thing 'off', that's why. I liked growing tits.

But, there were other changes I was worried about. Besides my tits, I was developing the secondary sex characteristics of a female. My skin softened, muscles smoothed, and weight settled in feminine areas such as my hips. and thighs. My panties stretched around full hips with a feminine curve. My tight skirts fit better, flaring from a much reduced waist.

This whole girl thing felt different. As my hair grew, I liked the way my long hair played around my shoulders and fondled my shoulders. It felt like someone was tickling my smooth neck and I'd get chills. My new breasts "would react and the nipples come to attention. A bright red flush would appear on my cheeks.

Both of our wives never relented in trying to let the other know that she was not giving up. It was like they were playing chicken' with us. If Donna did something to feminize Victor, Tana would do the same to me. Tana said, "I don't want her thinking I'm getting cold feet and she's about to win."