Transitions

It was June. Seven months until your Daddy married your ex. Five months since you started the journey to become the real you. A halfway point.

Jezebel measured your bust, your waist, your hips. She measured your pee pee, which had shrunk to a four and a quarter inches.

"Barbie has been going overtime on your ass, I see," Jezebel said, eyeing your asshole.

"Yes Mistress," you said, blushing.

"Well, you're doing amazing work. Your hair is glossy and great. Your natural breasts have been coming in nicely as well. Have you thought about whether you want implants or not?" You blushed.

"Well, I'd probably want a boyfriend's opinion too. But I'd like them, yes. My mo -- I mean, Cathleen got them. And Mommy got them. I'd like to have my bust and butt look closer to Mommy's." Jezebel nodded.

"And what about these?" she said, tapping your balls.

"Ummm...I'd probably like to talk to a boyfriend about those. They don't serve a purpose anymore, but it's a big decision." Jezebel nodded and kissed your cheek.

"You have really good judgment. I really love how you're coming along." You beamed.