It was quiet. The rest of the lodgers were either asleep, out or too busy doing their own thing. She pressed the key code on the front entrance that g...ve them entrance to the house. On the third floor landing there was the trapdoor into the abandoned attic. Harry lifted her up to open the trap. She was light and the view of her panties and her delights within gave him an added bonus to the whole effort. Helen lifted herself into the attic and there was enough daylight coming through the cracked. What got the most about what Melissa said was the way she said 'other'boys. 'Other'. Maybe it was a slip of the tongue- god knows I've had toput up with a few of those from my parents or my sisters. I always putthose down to the fact that I never changed my name when I startedtransitioning- 'Ashley' is as much a girl's name as it is a boy's name,if not more so, and I do definitely want to keep to the 'theme naming'my parents have for me and my siblings. Maybe it's the same for Melissatoo, but. It was the fact that I was so wound up that I screwed up again later in the day. It wasn ’ t even noon yet when I dropped the vacuum cleaner bag that I was changing and sent a cloud of dust over half Brenda ’ s office. I ’ d never been punished twice in one day before. Normally, Brenda isn ’ t really mad at me when I screw up. It ’ s a ritual. One that we ’ ve successfully used to help me be a better roommate. But this time she was really quiet,. Raising my arms to the sides, I flexed my muscles. For a 15 year old, I was a brick shit house. Even had that 'V” going on at my back. I always tried to be more thankful than proud. My body development was exceptional, and rare. I was one lucky white b o I . I glanced over my shoulder to see my lil bro, Dustin, sitting in the doorway, sucking on a Yahoo, watching me show off to myself. I just shoot him a big grin. “Later, lil bro”. I pulled on my moto boots, white silver and blue, with the.