" I smiled.Over dinner Mr. Newark told me all about his new Nymphette, a new 18yr old in his A Level class called Sophie. She sounded a lot like me an... a lot like Isabelle, the girl who had come before me. He showed me a photo and she had a similar look, tall, large breasts, brunette. "How many of us have there been, Sir?" I asked as we finished our main courses. He didn't correct my use of "Sir", I knew that his first name was Stephen, but I would never call him that. He paused and thought for. ..”“You’re just not sure about your figure,” Pearl guessed correctly. “You’re wondering if you’re sexy enough.”With a half-smile, Emerald answered shyly, “Yeah...how’d you know?”A gentle chuckle escaped her sister’s throat. “Because it’s the same look I used to give myself when I would get ready for parties.”That got Emerald thinking. “Used to?”“You get confident,” shrugged Pearl. “At least, I did. Not every girl does, though, I know. I just got to the point that I liked the way I looked. After a couple of days of friendly chat I decided to see if she was up for it so that morning I put on a nice lacy push up bra and a tight fitting blouse so that from certain angles you could see my cleavage through the gaps then when I was at my desk later that day I turned the camera of my phone on and put it on the front of my desk so it was filming where I normally sit and tucked my blouse in nice and tight into my skirt and asked Fay to come into my office to help with something, I got her. Now, my last exit from a total transition is foreclosed. No more can Islip back into being Tyler and masquerade as a boy. If my dad ever getsout of prison, or my mom survives her most recent junkie binge, theywill have to accept me as Tyla, their busty and beautiful daughter. Mycousins in Fresno will have to lust over me as a girl, and my stepbrothers somewhere in Cambodia will have accept or reject me as asister. I can never go back to being Tyler. I got shoved through the door to full.