Female sit-round gathering

Went also anything before itself did not notice. Light burnt, but I in eyes had a full gloom. I have reached a dark corridor and have wearily fallen on a floor, having leant about a wall. Also has begun to roar. Silently, that nobody heard. No, I am not ashamed some the tears, but to cry is was not in my style. I never was the sentimental idiot, but now tears slid at me from eyes. My heart just, washing down with my tears, has eaten, before it having broken off on small slices, the silly blonde.

It was as vision. As a phantom which has casually appeared here, in this office … I looked, not tearing off eyes and not understanding, that occurs. It was a limit of my dreams. An ideal of which I always dreamt.
And suddenly this ideal has looked at me. And at once has taken away a sight. Probably, he knew me. Also, as know all associates. I had a reputation of the iron lady. Clever, severe, cynical, are those adjectives which to me applied more often. Basically, it even was pleasant to me. So it was easier.
(Further...)

So, suppose, once I have woken up in a female body.
Short disposition: I will not run in whom because of a shock of that I do not have member, and this day at me will not be monthly. And now — in a bathroom.

Hurrah! It is not necessary to shave the person! I always with hatred look at advertising "ZHiletta" where the muzhik from a box from under cowards, smiling, spends the razor on a cheek, leaving ideally equal skin. So does not happen!

And now — in a shower! At last I learn that wanted for a long time. What do they feel at a touch to klitoru? Yes, here so … Circular movement by a finger counter-clockwise … So so … And if still to stroke and knead a breast … Mmmmm …

!!!!!

Now I know, that feel women at orgazme.

So, now bystrenko a huge sandwich with sausage (such impression, that the mistress of a body did not eat yesterday hours since six evenings), tea, and for work! In trousers to me for some reason (ha-ha) is more comfortable, to them still a blouse with a jacket, favourably underlining breast. I will not be painted — first, I am not able, secondly, I know, that basically associates will look not at the person.
(Further...)

There lived-existed the ordinary husband and the wife. Called wife Elena, husband Ivan was called.
The husband from work came back, in an armchair at the TV sat down, the newspaper read. Its wife, Elena, a supper prepared. Served up to the husband a supper and grumbled, that on the house it acceptable does not do anything, money earns a little: Ivan was irritated with grumble of the wife.

But he did not answer it with roughness, only thought about itself: "Itself - the trash slovenly, and still specifies. When married only, absolutely another was - beautiful, tender". Once, when the grumbling wife has demanded, that Ivan has taken out dust, it, with a reluctance having come off the TV, has gone to a court yard. Coming back, has stopped at doors of the house and has mentally addressed to the God:
- My God, My God! The inconsistent life at me has developed. Really a century to me all the to while away with such wife grumbling yes the ugly? Same not a life, and tortures continuous.
Also Ivan has suddenly heard a silent voice Divine:
- To your trouble, My son helps I could: the fine goddess to you in the wife to give, but if neighbours of change sudden in your destiny will see, in amazement great will come. Give we will arrive so: your wife I will gradually change, instal in it goddesses spirit and appearance to improve. But only you remember, if you wish to live with the goddess, the life and yours dostojnoju goddesses should become.
(Further...)

Went also anything before itself did not notice. Light burnt, but I in eyes had a full gloom. I have reached a dark corridor and have wearily fallen on a floor, having leant about a wall. Also has begun to roar. Silently, that nobody heard. No, I am not ashamed some the tears, but to cry is was not in my style. I never was the sentimental idiot, but now tears slid at me from eyes. My heart just, washing down with my tears, has eaten, before it having broken off on small slices, the silly blonde.

It was as vision. As a phantom which has casually appeared here, in this office … I looked, not tearing off eyes and not understanding, that occurs. It was a limit of my dreams. An ideal of which I always dreamt.
(Further...)