But I’m still fucking pissed. How about I cool down for a bit and we have the sleep over next Friday?” Friday was a week away; she’d have time t... piece together a plan by then.“Friday, would be great! Oh, I love you so much!” Shelby hugged Sara, shook her a little, and then released her.“Well I guess I’ll unblock your numbers, see you Friday.” Sara practically ran out of the bar, and she did run the four blocks back to her apartment.She got home and poured herself a large glass of wine. Sitting. We had a talk and when I said I loved to dress in girl's clothes she accepted that and she bought some for me. That was the first step of our close relationship. She bought more, taught me how to wear make-up, how girls act and so forth. She even helped me start hormone therapy. I grew breasts and my masculine features kind of disappeared. She then asked me what I wanted to do with my penis. Did I want to have a full sex change or not? I didn't want to, I wanted to keep it. I didn't really know. Parking was always a challenge on events like this, fresh construction made it more and more difficult each year. After some searching I parked my white NSX behind the church and as I placed it into park I noticed her. There was a blurred figure watching me from the window of the church, from the silhouette I could guess who it was. This was the preacher’s daughter, a tall brunette, large blue eyes, full lips, and long curvy legs. I could never decide which was her best feature her supple ass. I knew she was bi too but I know she would NEVER fall in love with her sister unless I made her fall in love with me. So, I started to slowly drop signals. I would also see her keep peaking looks at me while I was changing and stuff. And there she goes with what I think are her little shows but why would she do that? Was my plan working? Then the night of the breakup, I asked to sleep in the same bed to “feel safe” and I knew that was the nail in the coffin. I had her. She was mine!!!I woke up.