Thevehicle was a four on the floor with overdrive. She loved the extraspeed she could coax out of the vehicle when she shifted through thegears.It was...not a day for lowering the convertible's top because the airwould blow around her freshly done hair. She left the parking lot andentered traffic with a sequel of the back tires as she firmly pressedon the gas. This made her smile, because it was her signature way ofmoving the car into motion, not very lady like but fun. The powerfulengine pushed. I know this because they always seem to be trying to rip out of whatever tight top she is wearing. She usually comes to visit after her workout and she is dressed in yoga pants, so I can admire her clam-shell pussy, and tight ass. She normally wears a tight shirt that does nothing to hide her popping nipples.Today was no different, and she had been there for about five minutes. We were chatting about some work she wanted to do in her backyard, and I was trying to not stare at her tits that were. "No kidding!" No! Weird, right? Anyway, I was just wondering, oh hell, why can't I say it? If I'd stopped at your room, would we have gotten naked and done stuff?" Her face was red.Of course. "I don't know. Would you have wanted to?"She leaned closer, putting one hand flat on my chest. "I think so. This is like, so awkward. Is it too late?"So, this young woman whose eyes I'd fallen into was asking me to get physical with her. "Are you sure? I don't want to force you or anything." It's just,. And ofcourse, she knew that she needed to be at least 18 before she could havecomplete SRS, if she intended to go that route. They discussed hergoing 'full time' and completely taking on the Danielle persona, evenfor school. Danielle and Carolyn made the wise decision that she wouldgo incognito as a boy until the effects of blockers and eventuallyestrogen made that impossible-especially in the locker room. She wouldeventually develop curves and even breasts-which would necessitate a brafor.