“I suppose” Sara said with a distant tone “As long as you girls keep it down, I don‘t need you waking my neighbors” Mandy was almost home fr...e “Well see, that’s the thing. It’s going to be boys too.” Sara almost choked on her drink “BOYS?” she inquired “Have I met them?” “No.” Mandy squeaked sheepishly. “Most certainly not! Don’t get me wrong, I trust you and your girlfriends but I don’t trust anyone I’ve never met. I can’t have anything happening to you girls while I’m not here.” “AUNT SARA!. I was no longer quite so worried about whether our neighbours hadseen my weekly comings and goings as Carolyn; we hardly spoke to any ofthem in any case, so it didn't matter too much to me.My big worry was the complete and utter humiliation that would resultfrom being exposed at work as a transvestite. That threat was the swordbeing wielded expertly over my head by Celia Wardle.On Monday morning I got up and became Carolyn, opting to wear mymidnight blue lace dress and three inch heels. Julie,. I'd grown up obsessed with speech and linguistics,working on accents and dialects until, by the time I went to drama schoolin my teens, I was able to pass for any nationality I wanted to- vocally,anyway. I hadn't grown up to be a classically handsome man- I was tooshort, at 5'8, with a body that ran to slim, a face that was a little toofeminine to be anything but beautiful, and skin that was far too pale; myeyes, though, were something I partly built my career on. Large andexpressive and an. Sandra's dad was looking at his daughter and Timmy fooling around. It made him think back on the first time he saw them play like this. The only thing different today, was that his daughter was naked and showing him things he didn't want to see or know about his daughter. Because, he had noticed how engorged and wet her pussy lips had been. It was obvious to him that his daughter had to be in some way horny and this thought brought something else to his mind. With Sandra running around like.