When she recognizedthey were looking at the same dress but in different sizes she laughed."We could be sisters," the girl said. "At least we both have...excellenttaste in dresses."Martin had never worked on having a feminine or female voice deciding touse sign language and a pad and pencil when he needed to communicate asa girl. Over time most of the locals had recognized that Martin wastransitioning from male to female or believed he was and he let thatassumption stand. It actually worked best. When I did I immediately noticed how nicely she had filled out. She was dark haired and pretty like her mom with a nice slightly plump figure and bubble butt with big tits.When we got home and she settled into her new room, we had a long talk and caught up on each others lives. I was surprised at how easy it was to talk to her, we still had our close bond. She told me that she drank and smoked now and asked if I had any beer. I got us a beer and we continued to talk. She asked me if I was going. My sister Michele, known as Shelly to family and friends, appeared from the driver's-side door and gave me 'that look'; implying hurry up and get in, mom's been drinking and we have a three hour drive to get through."Sorry Mike, but the trunk is full and the front passenger seat is taken up with the garment bags holding my bridesmaid dress and mom's best suit. I had to squeeze your suitcase onto the back seat," she smiled wickedly at me.My sister and I had a love/hate relationship. We loved. Then her feetand legs. Nothing. "Get to the point, dickhead" Skye thought to herself,bitterly. She knew he was dragging this out unnecessarily. Finally,Eliott scanned her groin region and to the surprise of neither of them,the detector went crazy."Excuse me, Miss" Limpdick grinned. "Would you mind stepping behind thiscurtain? We have to perform a strip search".Skye Blue momentarily lost herself in her exasperated state. "Listenhere, Elliott," she whispered behind a clenched smile. "This.