" Oh, I know," said Isabelle, rising up on her toes and trying to talk in the deeper voice of an adult. I couldn't help but smile. She wouldn't be six...until October. "Will you teach me?"I gulped. "About quantum magic? Well... We could try. It would take a lot of time."Isabelle stared at me, a deep offer of friendship in her eyes. "I don't mind."We stopped by a café for a light dinner, and then I drove them back to their home. It was an older house in a middle class neighborhood. Isabelle told. Sophie went upstairs to change into her silk black nighty and little black thong. What she didn’t know was Dave had been watching her from the doorway, watching her undress, he watched as she pulled her skirt down over her curvy supple ass, his cock growing harder and harder the whole time. He waited until she had changed and, he didn’t say a word, just walked over to her and moved her hair from her neck and kissed it gently. He moved his hands over her breasts and down to her silk covered. I knew that hormone therapy is very risky because of my personal research into my own body functions and my desires to re-shape my body. I got you to a medical doctor who was qualified to interpret your symptoms, blood tests, and development. You were self-treating yourself with estrogens and progesterones, and an androgen receptor antagonist to block the natural testosterone production. You were taking high levels of estrogen to cause faster development of your breast size, to redistribute. Why didn’t you tell me before now?’ he asked, regaining some composure. ‘Because most guys seem intimidated by that, they always say, ‘If I do anything, your father will kill me’. That is why I became sexually involved with you before I said anything. I’m sorry, I just love you so much that I don’t want my identity to interfere with our relationship.’ She replied, sinking into the pilot’s chair to avoid his glare. ‘Why would you fall in love with me if you thought I would walk out if anything.