" Therewere tears in the holograms eyes. "And she hurt Jeri. She should'venever hurt Jeri." She sounded like a little girl defending her friend."Lisa ... forget sometimes how young you are. You look so mature andknowledgeable. You were just becoming a young woman so somealternatives may be unimaginable for you. Did your analysis include ascenario where your mother cannot, will not, or is unable to accept asituation where you have been changed? If your mother does not acceptthat you really are. But she didn't. She pulled a huge stack of paper out of the same backpack. It most have been two inches thick. She started flipping through them, reading a bit then looking further in the stack. That was when it hit me. Library girl.But this was no train wreck. This was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen. I'd broken up with my last girlfriend over a month ago and really hadn't been interested since, but I decided to take a shot. I figured that she was out of my league, but every. I was gazing aimlessly out of the window of my first floor flat in the sheltered accommodation complex where I lived in Bangor, North Wales when she pulled onto the car park in her little, maroon Ford Fiesta. I knew she'd moved in about a week earlier but apart from that didn't know anything about her. What first caught my attention, was the unintentional flash of her tanned thighs above her stocking tops as she got out of her car. That in itself was unusual, most women her age wore tights or. But it was not enough for Judy. As she gave her next order, I observed that the pristine white shorts were no longer in position.Though I could see nearly every detail of her thighs and spread pink labia, she was not bottomless.Judy had seen fit to cut off a pair of impossibly-tight gray lycra bicycling shorts about two inches below where they would reveal her dripping pussy-lips. She wasn't wearing any panties.There were a strange series of revealing slits angled through the lycra. Judy was.