She was the complete opposite of me. Blonde hair, blue eyes and really pale complected. Both of us were thin and of average height for children our ag.... It was a hot summer day, Christina's mom had called and invited me to come over and play in her new sprinkler.My mom didn't have to ask, she already knew I wanted to go play. I put on my one peice hot pink ruffly bathingsuit and ran next door. I was always over there so I felt comfortable headed straight to her backyard. She was already. It opened the door to her owning Faith.The twins were allowed to play with Faith and they usually harnessed her up and treated her as a pony. Jane too liked ponygirls but only as an occasional amusement. A full time ponygirl would go out of her mind with the boredom of trying to be like a pony. The twins were allowed to use the riding crop in guiding their pony but were otherwise prohibited from punishing her.Faith no longer slept in the stall. She was now a nightly fixture in Jane’s bed. And. That's when we are happiest together.To some extent, the oestrogen treatment is strangely addictive. I enjoythe hot flashes and the confusion I feel the next few days and I love thefeminine rushes that sometimes make me perspire. I do get those once ortwice a day. The only problem is that there is a letdown when thehormones wear off later in the week and my male testosterone begins tobalance the female hormones out. Then I just feel a bit flat and getprone to depression. I have talked with. Cherrill gasped at the impact of the knife, even though she had a second's warning from the venomous images in Ric's mind. She arched her back, forcing the blade deeper, despite the fact that what she really wanted was to curl herself up around the agonizing pain to protect her soft belly from further injury."I still have ... a bit to ... learn..." Cherrill gasped, coughing between her words. A phoenix should never need to withdraw from pain like she nearly had. Back in command of her senses,.