The two girls were as dissimilar as night and day or darkness and light and their names were Doreen and Bree. On the outside, the wayward wards were u...terly charming and fine examples of British womanhood at its best in a demanding society that valued modest behavior at all times.Honeysuckle, of course, had penetrated that soft cover of long suffering femininity and determined that the girls at seventeen were both rotten to the core with their greed and avarice and dissolute sensuality. It. "I guess I'll take the floor," I said."But, Dad, your back. Let me sleep on the floor." It's all right. It's only for one night." You know it's too bad we're not a pair of lovers, like the farmer thought. That way neither of us would have to sleep on the floor." Carol smiled at me then. Not like the little girl she always was to me. More like a woman. A come on. Enticing and seductive. What if we were a pair of lovers...my thoughts exactly..."Yeah, right," I said. I laughed nervously, trying to. My upper chestand rib cage were expanding out a little bit and I could now see that mynipples were getting larger and darker. They certainly didn't belong on aguy.I started to touch them with my now slender fingers and it seemed thatjust as I touched them, my breasts started to expand out! It felt good asthey got bigger. I could cup them with my hands. They were reallysensitive. "Wow! That felt good" I said. "Oh my! I have a sexy girly voicenow!" It felt different and exotic. Hearing yourself. "Mom, I know I'm still under lockand key... but can I go to this meeting?"She held the pamphlet furtively before handing it to Dad. She probablyhad several questions swirling in her head, but she asked the mostpertinent one, "So does that mean you are..." I don't know. Maybe? It is... it's a start."Dad turned to Mom and said, "She's been following the rules since thatday. She even drives Steve around to his things now." I'm sure the oldAlly might have been bored out of her mind driving.