...."oh my god, what a perv, he looks like a perv, look at the way he's ogling us, ha, ha, ha!")?I was delivering some stuff to a rehearsal room once,...and there was Miss Fiona, all tight top and short skirt. There was me, gawping at Her like I was in a dream. I made out I was checking stuff on the delivery and everyone else was doing their rehearsing, so I could ogle Miss Fiona, who was playing around, dancing to the music, driving me crazy, till I could feel warm wet cum soaking into my pants.. She glances back and he is watching. She pulls the hem of her skirt up her long slim legs just a little and smiles before letting it go. There is a small bulge in his pants and his tongue rests against his lower lip. A small amount of drool glistens below his lip.The sounds of his work boots against the hardwood floor are much louder than the soft pats of her bare feet on the tile floor of the bathroom. The only other sound is the loud pounding of her heart as she leans with her back against. "She chuckled. Reaching for a strawberry tart, she asked, "How's yourdictation?"* * *Stella was one of my few friends who knew that I'm a male-to-femaletranssexual, or, "a chick with a dick." I sometimes use the latter term,despite its crudity, because it's more accurate in relation to my status.I'm every inch the lady, except for the minor details of my cock andballs. I have long, dark, wavy hair; a heart-shaped face that would bebeautiful enough to get me killed if the wicked witch in 'Snow. If your sister didn't have anything planned after school, you'd see if there was something the both of you could do to spend time together. As one of the only remaining members of your family, you were admittedly paranoid of growing apart from her and being all alone again.You had moved out of your aunt's home after finishing school three years ago. Since then, you've done your best to get by in a town that has long since condemned you for suffering a “mental break” back when you were much.