Now as for my appearance I’m original from Puerto Rican and have the darker skin to prove it, have long dark hair stopping just before my lower back...and brown eyes. I stand about 5’4” with long slender legs and a nice body with just the right amount of curves in all the right places. I’m topped off with a nice set of perky 34C beasts that have gotten me into trouble from time to time. I have always been called a looker , either it’s been my small shirt poorly chosen for a car wash, or skirt too. It was getting late and Sean was getting hungry. He needed to dosomething to keep his mind off his new body. His dress outfit wassomething you could easily go to a casual dinner in. He grabbed hispurse and decided to walk down the street to a small restaurant.Sean entered a small cafe and the owner smiled warmly at him. Theowner's name came to mind and he waved at the owner. "How's businesstonight Mr. Caldwell?" Doing great, Amanda. You look absolutely beautiful tonight. Do you havea date?" Not. That idea really turned me on. The thing I realized that day, though, was that my game had become an open secret, at least among the boys. I had to stop doing it or I risked getting a bad reputation.My efforts to flaunt my developing body were aided by my mom. She'd given birth to me right out of high school and I think she enjoyed reliving her youth through me. She'd buy me any outfit I wanted, even thongs and the skimpiest of bikinis, and often bought me outfits I didn't need or ask for just. Gomma welcomed me into his room and offered refreshments. "No thanks, Gomma. I came to thank you again for what you and your race have done for mine." You are welcome, Henry Buchanan, or should I call you my Emperor?" Gomma, I must rule, and the people of every race need to see me as strong. But I am Henry to you, when with friends, and I am Emperor when we have need to impress others."He knew this was a severe loosening of protocol. His sister and all his ancestors would never have allowed.