I could do that because I was influenced bypopularity and I liked the way Amanda was treated. I became the girl Iportrayed, except I was still a boy a...d had a boy's figure. I wanted tobe just like the other girls as I now thought of myself as a girl and agirl's puberty made sense. I wanted to really be a girl and so anotherturn in the road came and so did the hormones. Amanda was becoming areal girl and loving every minute of it. Sports, boys modeling, clothes,what more could a girl want? But. "Good evening gentlemen[1], if any are looking for a bathroom, I amafraid our's is currently out of order," she stated with a smug smile."Well, I guess we'll just have to use the one upstairs now won't we," ayoung man with scruffy brunette hair said with a sly grin.Cheryl's eyes immediately widened as she looked over the group andfrowned immediately as the leader passed over a pure black card to theolder woman. She quickly picked it, and placed it under a nearby lamp shehad flicked on. A dark. She's just made me so ... fucking mad!..." she went on, her face reddening with embarrassment.We burst into laughter then, grinning at each other as we both relaxed a little. I again glanced down at her exposed thighs, marvelling at how much she looked like a more mature version of her daughter- and blushing again as she once more caught me looking."Do you like what you see John? The clothes are Claire's. I thought you would appreciate seeing them again." She breathed huskily as she re-crossed. I was always being picked on. I didn't reach my growth until High School. So I was easy pickings, as they say. Well, anyway, there I was getting the holy crap beat out of me by a couple of 8th grade jocks. I'd learned to tuck and roll a long time ago and they weren't doing too much damage. But they were getting close. I guess it was when they picked up the waste basket that Billy had had enough. You see, in Texas, a 55 gallon used oil barrel serves as a waste basket. Anyway, Billy had gotten.