Whether or not you are decisively a girltrapped in a boy's body I can't say for certain without speaking to you-and to Nikki- further, but bottling it...up won't help you or anyone." I- I can't tell my parents," I complain, tears welling in my eyes."They'd kill me! They'd actually kill me!" No they wouldn't," Beverly reassures me."Yeah," Sarah concurs. "Don't forget I've met your parents, they seemreally nice!" You don't know dad," I blub, tears running down my cheeks. "He's amassive homophobe!". From the tension in their shoulders, they either knew him or could just tell that he was trouble, whoever he was. Sensei sighed. ‘Hello, Trey. Here for the tournament?’ ‘Of course!’ he said. ‘This is my year. You’re looking at tomorrow’s first-place trophy winner.’ His friends around the table all looked at each other and smirked. ‘Confident as usual, I see,’ said Sensei. I could tell he really meant ‘arrogant,’ or ‘jerk-faced,’ or something much less flattering. ‘With reason,’ Trey said,. Maybe later. For old times sake.?Turning back to Barbara, she sauntered over to her, saying, ?Oh yeah, and while we’re on the subject, we’re throwing out all your bras. Your tits are obviously firm enough, they don’t need the support, so out they go.?The tears started to flow again, as she pled, ?But everyone will be able to see my nipples and my breasts are big enough that they shake without a bra.??I don’t want to hear it, cry-baby. My mother never let me have a bra the whole time I was. I was over at the Harrisons', and I was on their computer, browsing apartment listings in Boston with Kari. I knew that having Kari with me sort of precluded living in a dorm; I knew that they didn't allow hotplates, so I sort of assumed that they would frown on people bringing their sex slaves with them to the dorm.Cheri walked by and saw what we were doing, and she said, "You don't have to bother doing that." What do you mean?" I asked her."I already got us an apartment," she told me."You.