The first page showed two photos, the same woman was in both, and in both she was posing naked. “Um…”, I didn’t know how he wanted me to resp...nd. “Keep going”, Dean encouraged me. So I flipped pages, looking at photo after photo. There was a series of a single woman, posing naked, mostly tasteful. Another series showed a couple posing, both the man and woman naked, in a variety of loving embraces. The album was full of photos like that. “I… I don’t know”, I was now hesitant about the. ."**********"Did you have to make them so big?" Travis complained as he adjusted his boobs once again. His voice was soft and sweet, a mid alto quite unlike his deepening male voice. Deanna shrugged. "Look, you want to be a girl, you might as well be a decent-looking girl," she said plainly. "Anne is one of the 'in' crowd. Cheerleaders and stuff. So, if you want to hang with the cheerleaders, you need to look like a cheerleader."Travis wanted to scream. The darned machine had changed not. I sank into the dark blue carpet as I took a step forward, catching myself on the small table by the door. There was a large, four-post bed to the left, a pile of mismatched pillows and blankets in the far corner, a couch and table facing the landscape straight ahead and the largest stereo system I'd ever seen outside of a store dominating the center of the right wall."Wow," I whispered, almost expecting my voice to echo. I took a deep breath and felt myself relax as his scent filled my senses.. For example: Ricky, the (what is it? Eighteen? Okay!) 18-year-old high school student (he’s been held back four times. Four times, get it?) who mows my lawn in the summer was doing so on a really hot day last August. He had his shirt off as he did so, and I was ten times hotter than the actual temperature as I watched him. Furiously fingering myself, I would have gotten off if it hadn’t been for the barking of Snoopy, the stupid fucking dog he brings everywhere. (Christ, it’s not even a beagle,.