Then it was just a matter of fiddling with the amount of transparency to get the right look. I made several JPGs with slight variations, e-mailed them...to George for approval of the idea, then crashed for the night.The next morning I called George about the proofs I'd e-mailed him."Tommy, how'd you do that? No, on second thought, don't bother to explain—I probably wouldn't get it anyway. But the pictures looks great! Can you do that with any part?" Pretty much—as long as the pieces can be taken. Bob had escaped being detected several times over. If Janice had of beenthree minutes earlier she would have seen a young lady cross over thelighted living room. If she had got out of her car only seconds before shewould have seen the reflection of a young lady cross in front of the windowfrom the street lights. As it was Bob saw her car drive up and immediatelydove to the floor. He cursed himself for looking up to make sure it washer, who else could it have been, and saw her look directly at. Maybe a very beautiful boy, acting like a very beautiful girl, I thought to myself. “Is there anything you need, Daddy?” I paused, alittle of guard. “Do I look that old?” I said, laughing and half joking. “Daddy, just let me know if I can do anything for you.” It was the way she said it, So sensual and confident. It was impossible not to notice and honestly, get a little arroused by it. “I’m sorry” I said, “But why do you keep calling me Daddy?” “Don’t you know?” she said, as if honestly. When i was 13, i grew quick. I grew 4 inchs taller, grew hips and boobs, and a butt that my friends called ghetto. my hair had grown out, i had gotten braces, and i had become very thin. So not only is my body great, but my personality is too. but no one really knows me. kids at school dont know anything about my life. Im popular in a social standing kind of way, but im alone inside. Sorrry I keep getting distracted; so anyways, i was 11 years old surfing on my moms computer. I was on google.