Young Indian College Girl Sitting On Her Professor

I started eating anddiscovered I could only eat about ? of the salad and was full. Thewaitress came back and said are you done dear? I replied yes thank youand she leaned over again and I could see her breasts once again. Wellhere is your check and I hope you come see me and softly kissed me andhanded me a card. She walked away I took the card and walked back to myroom, thinking about the waitress as I walked. My breasts were now asmall c cup and were bouncing proudly as I walked. I no longer felt selfconscious, I felt like I was passing.I opened the room to my door and once again there was a box on my table.This time it was larger but still in the same blue box with pink ribbon.I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my features had changed again.Now my face was definitely feminine, small petite nose, full soft lips,long eyelashes and soft skin. I looked at the clock and it was 10:00 andfelt very tired. I went and picked up the new box and opened it, insidewas a very sheer powder. During her lifetime, even in her teens, she had been in and out of trouble with the police for drug usage, more times than anyone can remember.So between, my mother being in jail or in a "mental ward" drying out, and my father (and brother) being in jail for drunkenness and fighting, you could say that my family was dysfunctional.I never had to live as "a ward of the state", but there were many times that that option had been considered by the authorities.The first justification to my being abused and neglected was that I was not a wanted member of the family. My brother was "the son", the strong manly son that they had always wanted. I was the other son, the son who had taken the place of the daughter that they should have had.Oh, I knew that part well! I had it hammered into me so often, far too often, so that even I accepted their form of reasoning as being the truth. It was told to me in so many words and shown in so many ways.Words spoken were sometimes very direct, "You may be.
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