What can you tell us ‘Plain Jane’?”“Okay. You’re on. What are your questions?”Kimberly says, “Her tits?”I answer, “‘B’ cup and ...hould grow into ‘C’ cup. Puffy nipples.” I noted her first thing when I came in and saw the girl at the table who had no bra on.“Correct.”“Next, how old do think Plain Jane is?” “She looks so young but she is 16. I know that because she was driving the car right in front of us when we drove in here and her mother was obviously giving her instruction. You can’t get. He said that it was alright and nothing to be ashamed about and I should be who I feel like being. I was so happy that another person approved. When school got out (I always walked home as did most of the others). A car pulled up alongside of me. It was my teacher. He asked if I wanted a ride home and leaned over and opened the door. I got in and he drove away. Back then everyone in the neighborhood knew everyone else and where they lived, what the parents did for a living, etc. He started. And then a single candle was lit and, through the shadow and flickering light, I saw the most beautiful, joyous, array of naked bodies entwined, alone, standing, lying, just holding hands, or seated in calm. I will have that image in my head for a long long time, and it will sustain me until I can return for another session with K and explore further.After a break we settled down in foursomes for a series of naked massage periods. 6 hands on each body for a short massage offering whatever the. You, well, as shocking as it may sound, I think you're well on your way." Umm. I really _do_ have to think about that one for a while." I bet you do. Say, would you like to hear some good news for a change?"I perked up at that. Good news wasn't exactly part of my language recently. Well, except for the surgery that really made my body into a girl's. That was a big one, but it came at quite a cost. "Good news? Right on." How would you like to go home tomorrow?" Home? Can I?" Yep. Before I came.