Anne was a striver and disparateto grab every advantage in getting ahead. Well, concentrate on myself,that was my new mantra.Pete's crowd was a fun g...oup, a mixture of teachers, garage mechanics,firefighters, and everything else under the sun. We played miniaturegolf, ate hotdogs and hamburgers and indulged in soft serve ice creamwhile complaining about how much exercise we would have to do tojustify this eating.At the end Peter, a nurse whose name I have forgotten and I were theonly ones. My story is pretty typical: boy dreams of being a girl, boy pays asurgeon a fee, boy becomes girl. It's just that these days thingsaren't quite as complicated as they used to be.I remember the first consult with my nanosurgeon. He tried to talk meout of my breasts, arguing that the fashion of the day was for slenderwillowy curves, and that the size, shape and tactile feel of thebreasts I wanted hadn't been popular since the early part of thecentury when they were implants physically inserted. " Anything?" the other John asked lustfully."Really?" Marie asked at the same time."She seems to like when I tell her to do the things she already wants to do," I joked."Anything?" John asked again, letting his lust sound like a joke as well.Marie stepped between Christine and I so that Christine had to look at her.Marie's face was shining as she said, "I love when my John tells me what to do. I'll do anything he asks."Christine and I could tell that underlying Marie's statement was a question. We may be only an hour or so ahead of them. Probably less. We need to think about what to do if they find us.'Jessie grimaced. 'What can we do? I'm blank on ideas.' She shrugged, before smirking at me. 'You'd better tell Janey and carry her first. It's really cute how she listens to you. I like it.''Cute? I was hoping for manly.' I grinned.'What, for the airhead? Seriously, you're not interested in that are you?'I blushed, remembering how Emily's breasts quivered as she breathed heavily in her.