There was nothing about her body that wasn’t firm; she didn’t have any bulk or well-defined muscles, just smooth lines to her skin flowing from he... shoulders past her perfect and pert boobs, over her stomach past her neatly trimmed mons and smooth vagina to her slim legs. Seeing her standing there, I think I fell in love one more time.“A vision of loveliness,” I said and she burst out laughing at me.“What?” I asked.“How are my skirts?”“Oh! I thought you’d left them out for me to try on.”“You. My bus was separated into different sections at the back were your stereotypical, back of the bus jack asses, after everything they said, there was always a "your mom" or "oh snap" shouted from one of them. then there was the younger kids, around 6th and 7th graders who sat there and talked about video games for the entire ride. Then There was me and my friend Andy who was also 15, 5' 7'' 145 pounds, short brown hair, wearing mesh track shorts and a plaid button up shirt. , we didn't really fit. As a chick it has no point in working outand those muscles aren't gonna grow seriously, but since I am a realman, my testosterone levels also made a lot of difference," hecommented."But looking at you, I'd say events must have turned on you my friend.You don't look as masculine as the last time I saw you. 2 years ago whenwe bumped into each other at the mall, you looked as masculine as I looktoday. When I take a look at you now I see your bottom half has gottensome very distinct feminine. "Though I am unsure of how you know," the elder said. "As I said I know the entire family as well as Lana. They have been good friends for well over 200 years, long before I became the council's enforcer." I told him. "You just seemed to forget all of this?" the elder asked. "No, when I showed up to help Johnathon before Lana and he had their first child, I was a mess I was falling apart." Here I hung my head; so many memories had flooded back into my mind that Evelyn Timmings had hidden, 'til.