Then, there it is.I'm crying.Right there, I'm only eleven, about to turn twelve, but I'm totally embarassed. My childhood is ending. Right there I f...el the last bits of it fading away. I break down right in front of her. I know that we'll never have an innocent conversation again. From then on our minds will not be as pure as that of a child's. Even if it's just us, as everyone else rushes inside at the sound of the bell. I sit there sobbing, and she just sits next to me. I don't dare. "We got out of the shower and dried ourselves off. As I tried to put on mymale clothes, Alice stopped me. "No no," she laughed. "En femme. That isthe only way." But people will see, know I am not a real girl." When I am finished with dressing you, no one will know, unless you tellthem yourself. Anyway you will be in the car all the time."She was right. When we went out of the maison I was a beautiful younglady, dressed in a lovely strapless black satin cocktail dress. On myarms was a pair of. My heartwas in my throat. Rachael and I separated and made our way inside withextra dignity to make up for her.Susan was much more subdued inside the store. She fell into line behindRachael and followed us through the perfume aisle, past the shoes theninto the lingerie section without a word. When we reached the counterin the back she locked onto my arm and peered around at the racks withwide eyes."I'm not wearing any of this!" she said in a pretty good imitation ofTom. It made me laugh and. As I may, I run my hands over her inner thighs towards her shaved wet pussy. My finger running between under her thong and along her wet pussy lips. I take the finger towards my mouth and taste Mistress for the first time since a long time. The car finally pulls towards the local airport. It is not big and provides free parking. Mistress drives the car onto the long term parking lot and we drive all the way to the end where there is hardly any cars and way of the track. Mistress parks her car.