Let me give you some back story here. I'm Devon, its like Devin except awesomer, I'm 18. About 5"9, long bottle blonde hair that reaches right below m... 36a boobs. really pastey complextion and tiny figure. I'm what they call "model material" About 4 months ago my parents seperated, my mom and little sister moved here to Louisiana to be near family, I stayed with my dad and older brother in Virginia, until about a month ago when my dad, who I never got along with, kicked me out. So I moved 1300. This, however, couldn't be more wrong. As I came downstairs, I realised the house was still teeming with people!Fortunately for me, they were all in the living room, crowded around something on the TV and so didn't really notice me as I came down the stairs. I was nearly away in the clear when a sound from the living room distracted me with a horrible realisation of just what it was the whole party were watching on the TV screen. I heard a voice, like mine only higher pitched and more feminine,. As I rinsed the razor again Victoria pointed to her side“Pass me that little remote there would you”She was pointing to a small controller on the footstool by the window, I leaned over and handed it to her.As she pressed a button the chair reclined until she was laid back at about 30 degrees “There” she said “you seem to be doing a good job, now I can relax while you finish me off”I continued where I had left off and soon only those most difficult parts to reach had any hair remaining.Victoria. After a few deep breaths I turn on my heels and begin the first stage ofmy journey. Clarendon Road being one of the busier thoroughfares thatcriss-cross Southsea's residential sector, the stream of headlights frompassing cars and vans is more or less constant. Each one of them seems tobe deflected right at me, as though the studs on my jacket spelled out thephrase 'NOT REALLY A GIRL' for everyone to laugh at. Just asdisconcerting, I've lost seven or eight inches in height; everything looksthat.