I won't deny that I cried and cried the day my sister left the house, not only because I loved her and would miss her terribly, but also because I had...to say good-bye to Moira, too. I lost my two best friends that day.Still, I thought, it was all for the best. What chance did Moira have, really? None. I was a boy, not a girl. Even though I had read many articles on the subject and had once even gone to a lecture moderated by that great lady Christine Jorgensen herself, I understood and accepted. "I'll be back in a little while, little boy..." He barely heard her change clothes and leave; that aching hunger for her pussy juice was consuming his brain, while his orgasmic famine consumed the brain between his legs.Cathy vigorously toweled her blonde, page-boy locks, checking herself out in the full-length mirror on the closet door of her new room. What she saw was a slim sixteen-year-old (too skinny, she thought) with long, lithe (gangly) legs, perfectly smooth, peaches and cream skin. ’ he stammered as his eyes looked at this gorgeous young woman before them both. ‘Oh where are my manner’s’ she said, ‘My name is Mallory.’ Just then the porch screen door opened up and Luc’s father stood there. He looked at Luc with a curious look in his eyes. ‘Her mother has invited us to dinner, Sir.’ he stated as, Luc looked up at his father, ‘I was about to tell her we accept, that is unless you have any objections?’ ‘No not at all, it would be good for us to introduce ourselves.’ his. Her blonde curls cascaded down her bare back almost as low as the top of her black cotton skirt. Her bottom was thrust out; a firm round globe of enticing flesh, her golden buttocks exposed beneath the flared hem of her skirt shamelessly. A little slip of black lace was pulled tight over her sex, so that the plump folds of her pussy showed on each side. Then it disappeared into the cleft of her buttocks. Beneath this, black stocking tops clung to her thighs, high up, so her bottom was a framed.