With a quick twist, it hummed heavily in my hand. I closed my eyes, settled on the bed, hiked the bottom of my nightdress to my stomach thinking about...Betty. I tried my best to push out the thoughts of her daughter, which fought their way in.***This morning, Janet seemed genuinely excited to go to school with her new sexier look. She took Lucy's advice from some week's back, buying a series of bras to mimic real growth. Janet's cleavage was larger, but not outrageously, so (definitely not as. I was still seething and pissed off as I took the address and headed off in my car to meet with Mr & Mrs Johnson. I dreaded the idea of a room in someone’s house, the lack of privacy, the lack of opportunity to bring girls back and of course stumbling in d***k whenever I wanted. As I pulled up outside the house I was pleased to see that it was in a nice clean area not too far from the college, and not some crappy council estate. Knocking on the door I was greeted by a slightly balding man in. I had started menstruating the previous year, perhaps brought on by stress, but my hormones and the changes in my body were evident, both physically and mentally, my staying with my father was straying into dangerous territory, more so as, I was starting to feel his need for me, and found myself responding to his cuddles and kisses.People often asked me why I let it happen, and I say, 'I grew up being drawn towards him', as if it was always going to happen. I was a beautiful girl turning into a. I had taken extra care with mymakeup to insure I didn't look like a drag queen. I'd had my wig styledearlier in the week, and it now sat firmly on my head surrounding myface. I looked like a woman.Oh, not a pretty woman by any stretch of the imagination. I was tootall, too broad, too everything. But, I felt pretty and feminine. I haddecided to wear my most flattering dress. It had a soft satin, creamcolored top, empire waste, with a black georgette skirt that came downto my knees. I carefully.