I am seventy-seven years old, weigh 240, have shrunk to 5' 8" from 5' 10" in 1961. I have a Friar's hair ring around my bald spot. I have had foot, knee, heart, shoulder, hand, and elbow surgeries, all of which have left pains that never stop, so I smoke pot as a non-opioid block for the pain. The woman I sleep with and enjoy sex with is seventy-five years old and has had more surgeries than me. She is 183, 5'4" has beaut...

The wallet was now zipped into my purse, and my clothes were folded in my shoulder tote bag. My sunglasses were in place as I began to stroll down the beach walkway, with no destination in mind. I had never strolled anywhere. I was insecure about my missing tits for so long, I could not recall ever wearing just one layer of clothes over my chest, ever. My new bikini was causing strollers and tourists alike to turn, look,...

I am Elizabeth. At age 18 and a few days, I began to notice my breasts finally growing. I was trying on swimsuits at 'The Skin Shop' on the beach walkway. I had lived within walking distance of the beach all of my eighteen years and admired both men and women who were fit and shapely. As I grew up, I assumed someday I would be all curvy and feminine as most of those on the beach seemed to be. My pubic hair started to grow...