I found her panty line and ran my finger along it, streaking across the expanse of her cheeks. My hands cupped the bottom surface of her ass, squeezin... and pulling her cheeks apart. A soft moan of excitement and pleasure rose softly from her throat. "I want to see you buck naked!" I grinned. "I feel so strange," she explained. "OK, I'll go get changed, and then you can see me," she said shyly. She took my hand and led me to her room. Mom ducked into the. Now Iwear D sized bras. This was surely due to my new ovaries pumping hormonesinto my blood stream. Vera made me go through a biopsy to test myovaries. The result was that I belong now fully functional ovaries freeof genetic defects, which I already knew since my first menstruation.Today I enjoy what I became. I work in the lab now and I dress also as amodel. I love wearing skirts and dresses. I walk always in high heels andI wear make up all the time. I make love with other "special" women,. " I will get you this year, Kelly." In your dreams Albert, only in your dreams."A good start to the new year thought Ned as he left Albert short for words.It was a very different Ned Kelly to the one that had joined the fifth form the year before. He was taller and had filled out some of course, but he also had an indefinable air of confidence. Not the sort of confidence that Albert drew from his prefects badge, but the sort of confidence that comes from knowing yourself, and being reasonably. The girl was something of a target for abuse and ridicule and Melissa had obviously tuned into this immediately. Clever Melissa!Wendy did not get a closing derisory pat on the head. It was a tad more humiliating than that. What happened was that one of Melissa’s sandals ‘accidentally’ fell off her foot and onto the floor. “Oops!” she said, standing up and making as if to bend down and put it back on. Then a change of mind. “Say, you wanna slip it back on for me, Wendy?” she said, her tone both.