"My God," Brent exclaimed, "you've shaved."Deanne giggled. Brent always begged her to shave her cunt, but she refused thinking only sluts did such a t...ing. But tonight was special, so she took the time to shave her cunt and ass just for Brent. Brent shut her car door and rushed around to get in on his side. As they left out of the driveway, Deanne reached over and started stroking the bulge at the zipper in Brent's trousers."Do you like the way I look," Deanne cooed. She knew her skirt was. Irene had gone through and explained who each of the important messages were from. I asked, "Anyone I should be worried about?" Well, your father was never real happy with..."Then we sorted both of the bigger piles into groups that Irene would give the new number to and those that would just have to wait.When mom came down, the three of us broke into tears again, Irene and mom hugged and I had time for a half a cup of coffee before I went into the next room to start my calls. I started to. And whilst the idea that an anonymous onthe internet was going to be jerking off to a feminised version of me waskind of weird, it was much better to the alternative.JB: Bra size?EO: I'm a B-cup, as in barely any. My butt more than makes up for itthough, it's pretty nice if I do say so myself.JB: Do you finger yourself?EO: What are you really asking, like, do I actually finger myself or do Imasturbate? Because those are two very different questions.JB: Both.EO: Okay then. I masturbate more than. I heard them come home, dad called up‘Alice, Carol’?‘Yes dad’‘You girls get yourselves ready, I have booked us all a table for eight o clock at Lake View restaurant, we leave at seven thirty’‘Oh great dad’Mum knocked and came in‘What are you girls wearing’We showed her the matching dresses‘I used to have one like that, could I borrow it Alice’‘Of course mum, all those at that end are yours’She found the dress and left.We dived in the bathroom together, douched and showered, we decided to wear.