Transition

“I want you to meet Amber.” Standing was a tall blonde woman (https://www.google.com/search?q=posion+ivy+3&rlz=1CDGOYI\_enAU903AU903&oq=posion+ivy+3&gs\_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyBggAEEUYOdIBCDMxOTJqMGo3qAIAsAIA&hl=en-GB&sourceid=chrome-mobile&ie=UTF-8#vhid=Vuy7yHjRBi6S2M&vssid=l). She looked in her early twenties at the most and she sported a large grin. “Didn’t she come out perfectly? I love how beautiful this lady came out! What is your new name, treasure?”

You were thrilled to get this attention….until she said new name. “My new what?” “Elizabeth. Her name is Elizabeth, Lizzy named for the late Queen.” Before you can retort, she giggles. “Lizzie the current Lezzie! Why don’t you let me spend some time with her? I bet I can help her with her identity crisis!” She proposes, lifting her tanktop. Your eyes are drawn to her large exposed breasts, licking your lips as your nipples begin to stiffen and the smell of salty liquid begins to permeate the air. “By all means, dear.” she replies.