By the end of the first term, I'd beenvoted head cheerleader!Over the vacation, I told my parents on a call that I was now Tiffany andwanted to be tre...ted as a girl. At first, they were horrified, but, whenI turned the call to a video chat and they could see how pretty andpassable I was, they became more comfortable. Further conversationswhere I told them how happy I now was, backed up by confirmation fromAunt Margaret and Nicola, led them to accept the change.I wasn't the only one that. ” Monica smiled. “Really? So what kind of things do I do with boys?” Houlihan wasn’t smiling. “What do you do with boys?” “That’s kind of private, don’t you think?” “Yes, but so are these pictures.” “I sell them. Or did. I thought it would be a great money-making thing, but the guys just made copies of them. Making money off of photographs is hard, because unless you charge a bunch up front, you never see your money’s worth. People make copies on their printers at home, or they scan them in and. He said: “Let me see Bonnie.”I asked Mark to pull the car over to some place we could talk for a few minutes. When he did I said: “Well after I put the thong on I saw my pubic hair sticking out all around it so I didn’t wear it. I wore these.”I lifted my skirt up and showed Mark my stockings, garter belt and my panties. I held the skirt up and just let him look. He moved his hand over the tops of my thighs sending chills down my spine. He then said: “Open your legs.”I did and Mark slid his hand. I reached out an arm for her to cuddle on, and she laid her head on my chest while she draped one leg over my thigh and an arm around my midriff. She felt so warm, so soft, so wonderful. I could have happily stayed in that position for the rest of whatever.“Want to make love?” she asked, her tone wavering between a question and a request.“Yep” I told her.“Are we going to?” she wanted my opinion.“Probably not. I’m just about asleep, and as much as I want you, it wouldn’t be too fair to you if I.