"We could've saved ourselves a lot of game playing."Peter looked at me, amazement in his eyes. He looked me up and down, clearly not believing that a...woman who looked like, well, like me, could possibly be a she-male. He leaned forward at the same time as I did. Our lips met in a gentle way. We kissed, Peter's hand never leaving my crotch. Peter's free hand started stroking my body as he started rubbing my dick through my skirt. We started crawling all over one another. We probably. I’m putting a lot of trust in you by sharing what I’m about to show you, and I expect you to continue to the same standard of behaviour.”Vice Principal Hinterberry turned her laptop screen round so that Maria and I could read it. It displayed a personal e-mail from FBI Senior Special Agent Daniel Hooper sent to Dr Langridge and subsequently forwarded to Mrs Hinterberry.“Excuse me, Ma’am,” I said. “Is there any news on Daisy Wilkins? Is she getting better?”Vice Principal Hinterberry gave me an. As shewas walking out the door with the bag, she said, "I'm going to set upthe wax in the bedroom. You need to stand here, and don't let your armstouch anything. I'll be back in a few minutes."She was back in about ten minutes, used a cotton ball to wipe off alittle of the cream, and said, "We need to give it a few more minutes.I'll be back." And, she walked back out of the bathroom.Five minutes later she was back, and she carefully washed the cream offof my arms. And, I was amazed. My arm hair. She has to wear three petticoatswith it to make it hang right. A special corset hikes her boobs up,separates them, and makes them swell against the thin material. It made mewish that mine would do that. On the way home Beth got a run down on whathad happened to me."You mean that you don't have a...you take showers with the other girls!?"I nodded my head, smiling at her. "Damn" was her only response.By Christmas I had made the 119 pound mark. I now had a 36A+-23-35 figure.My hair had grown quite.