It was a button up style but there was only two buttons at the very top that went under her large breasts to lift them and show off the tops. The shor... top stayed open at the bottom to show off her narrow waistline and stomach area. It barely hung past her ribs to her waistline.The opened top part of the outfit, though it was cut so that it just barely covered her areolas of her breasts, was clearly two sizes two small. It was also totally "see through", and she knew he would see her dark. The piece did not move yet.Then we went down to his room."Taylor, why do you want to start doing ballet?" I thought that it would help us get to the next box in the game." Are you sure that is not just an excuse." No. I feel embarrassed about what I feel. But since I tried being asmall bit of a girl, its just like the game gives me an excuse. Ishould feel ashamed, but I feel so happy about playing as a girl. I amnot a girl. Its just fun pretending. Maybe I just want to try ballet.Maybe I will. My ovaries dont produce the hormones I need to reach puberty, and its a permanent condition unless I go on hormone therapy the rest of my life. Thats dangerous of itself, so I refused the treatment. I will never develop breasts or grow pubic hair. Which would have saved me a fortune on razor blades for my legs, underarms, and pussy if the world didnt go to shit. Maybe the end of the world worked for me, because high school was hell. I was in my senior year but still looking like a fifth-grader.. Bianca’s mother had died exactly as her father had died. Her father had been trying to protect his daughter when Martis had snuck up from behind, slipped a knife into his back and then slit his throat. There had been no need for stealth with the mother. Martis had simply pulled her to her feet by her hair, pushed the knife in her back, removed it and drew it across her neck.Then, as he’d done to her father, the once-future king had simply pushed the corpse to the floor at Bianca’s feet.She.