We were very reluctant to do so, as we are sisters.But then Dmitri said that if we wouldn't do it, then they would fuck us right there and right then....It felt like they really meant it. So we kissed, which was very strange.Yet, it also became clear to us that we aroused the two of them. They had a huge bulge in their swimming shorts... So we gave a little show for them.Both men were touching themselves and nobody dared to say or do anything about it.Then the two men went out of the pool and. .. And then, to make matters worse, my three friends allentered puberty... And so did I. And very quickly, I was no longer 'oneof the girls'... Even though I desperately longed, more than anything,to be so. I spent my thirteenth birthday wishing that I could just tearoff my boy's uniform, pull on a skirt and once again be part of that'clique' that had so cruelly abandoned me. It didn't even have to bewith Caitlin, Jessica or Noor, just being part a clique with ANY girlswould have been enough. Still, she was not a neutral observer; she was on Andy’s side, right or wrong. Anyway, they could try. That’s what church shopping meant, after all, trying things out.“Want to?” Which was asking him a silly question. If he didn’t want to, he wouldn’t have asked. But another chance to see Andy every week was a bonus.“Want me to pick you up at 10:15 Sunday?” he asked her.“Sure.”That would give them 45 minutes to find the place. By the time they were at that place in the conversation, they were. Dressed in a bright red strapless prom gown with sparklyrhinestone high heel sandals. Brightly painted toenails showing. Anelbow length red glove on each arm. Shoulder length blonde wig withblack highlights. A rhinestone studded tiara pinned to her hair and longdangly earrings brushing each bare shoulder.What could possibly go wrong?Jonell, which was Jim's femme name was about to find out.Earlier in the year she had been in San Fran for the Fetish Ball. It hadbeen a fun weekend of parties.