" I replied, showing my glass of water as evidence. Her hand had wandered up my knee-length skirt, she was now fondling my bum and I was sure Pete cou...d see what she was doing. "No, what are you doing upstairs?" "Just doing a bit of coursework." Sandra leaned forward and started stroking the front of my thigh with her right hand. "Would you like to stay down here with us?" she asked. Her right hand reached my pussy, her fingers gently rubbing my mound. I looked at Pete, he was watching Sandra's. After breakfast I packed my stuff and said goodbye to the other girls -the girls, that is, I wasn't one of them - and walked home. I was surethey would gossip about me, but there was nothing I could do about it.I was kind of depressed, but I had survived intimate exposure to girlsmy age and had not been discovered... unless Violet was telling them now.Or unless they had immediately spotted me as a boy and somehow hadmanaged to keep straight faces until after I left. They all might bescreaming. Since they were tight as you could possibly expect, she probably did know something was going on. He just hoped Gina was tight-lipped about some of the kinkier things they did like the way she licked his brown hole and the way he let her sit on his face and rub until she melted into an orgasm.None of the girls he had fooled around with knew the stuff that Gina knew.She had a trick of pulling his long shaft between his legs and sucking it into her mouth from behind and sliding her face and head. Hope, which at least in Larry's mind made him Debrah, his femininealter ego, they went to Cindy's salon for further feminizationprocedures."Hello Cindy," Judy greeted, "this is Debrah, the 'girl' that I toldyou about. I'll leave her with you." She took some tranquilizers andwill be calm for hours. She had some minor surgical corrections justbefore coming here and we want Debrah to become as pretty and feminineas possible."When we are done here today she will be Judy," replied Cindy, "todaywe.