Immigrant (Part 4)

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Miguel hadn’t even realized how fast his heart had been beating until the border patrol left and its pace finally started slowing down. He now felt each pump and each breath push his new breasts up and down slightly. He was realy beginning to feel the differences between his old body and this new one. He was softer now, curvier. His hair was heavy; he felt sexy. He ran his hands up his body and through his hair. If only he could figure out who he was and where he lived, this would be great!