With that done, all three of us hit the water for a bit of swim. After fifteen or twenty minutes, we came out and sat down on our towels.“Let’s ge... rid of these things,” said Sharon to Mom moving her hand toward the back of her red bra.Mother darted her deep-blue eyes toward me and stared at Sharon when she said that.“Come on, he’s your son, not a stranger,” said Sharon smiling.With that she flicked open her bra and presented the full view of her big breasts to us.On seeing Sharon do it, my. Here's hoping its a better one.*****Happy new year, Diary!I decided I'm going to do more boy stuff, and get rid of my desire to bea girl that way. I've started letting my facial hair grow out, and I'[mgoing to sign up for Track when school comes back in. Maybe if I lookmore like a boy and act more like one, I'll feel more like one too.****Well, I'm back to school, and I signed up for Track, so that's part oneof my plan done. I'm also starting to get pretty fuzzy on my face aswell. Weird thing. Not long after, the trainees argued, since his toes were on display inthe mules, they should be included in the beauty treatment.Mrs Willems thought this was a good idea and his toes would be pedicuredthe same way for a few weeks until the apprentices begged Mrs Willems todo some more elaborate styles for practice.From then, once a week a girl would do his toes in a color and style oftheir choice. A little plaque was added to the top of his mules thatsaid: "Designed by" with the name of the. ”“Why would it be good for her?”“She’s more herself when she’s being fucked.”Interesting.“You think that when I’m fucking Marcie, she’s ... back to her old self?”“Not only when you’re fucking her,” Lucy responded. “And no, not completely. But that’s when she’s closest.”“How so?”“She’s ... fun.”I started to ask a follow-up question, but cut myself off as I realized: Lucy was right.Marcie wasn’t her old self. She’d never be herself again, far as I could tell.But when she was being fucked, when.