My fake breasts were still secure even through the hotshower.I sat in Aunt Bev's kitchen doing my makeup, "You've done that a lothaven't you?" Two, so...etimes three times a week," I admitted. Then giggled rememberingthe time we'd almost been caught as Hope and I traded places outside theback door of the diner so she could go have fun with Stacy Harmon.Only to have her run back inside and grab a bunch of left overs and takeoff after the young girl who'd crawled out of the dumpster.Smiling I. Her smile totally entrances me. I stop and gaze at her beauty, unable to say or do anything.After what seems like hours, she speaks up. "Hi, I'm Melissa." I am simply transfixed. Her voice is as golden as her lovely hair. "Are you okay?" she asks.I stammer, "Uh, yeah, I'm all right." I want to blurt that she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen but I can't bring myself to say anything else. I step closer to her."Nice day for a beach walk, isn't it?" she says."Yes, it is, if a little. *******All day nothing was seen, I think it made us more wary. Something had to be waiting behind the next bush.... but then nothing. Harper had extended her range ahead , nothing. Twil was on the left with Cherg on the right. Slinky bringing up the rear. Every hour they would switch. Aden's Owl would fly from side to side. We stopped for the night I set wards around the camp. We had a good solid meal and discussed the past day. We all seemed to confused there was not even a scout in evidence.. .."he said as he felt my internal padding partially shielding me. The nextthing that happened was that he grabbed my arms and forced me completelystill. "Cut open his clothes," he told the man with the knife. He did soand after having destroyed the shirt I was wearing and removed it frommy body they could see my binder wrapped around my chest. After havingcut open it too, making my right breast bleed a little, the man with theknife said, "He's a woman!" and the next thing I knew Hal and I.