Bergmann smiled atthe black-haired girl. "Were you and Allison close?"She smiled. "Yeah, we quickly became best friends. I was devastated whenI'd lear...ned what happened, and really surprised when I found out that shewas a boy."The doctor nodded. "What kind of girl was Allison?" she asked. Kellie shrugged. "Well, she was quiet, very shy. She was extremely self-conscious, and she was a more than a bit of a tomboy, despite how shedressed sometimes. She also didn't really seem aware of how she was. "When a woman says I guess that way, it usually means, I still have questions," Tom said."Well, why would the border patrol need a storage facility. The night club was probably here first, since I can't see them allowing a night club to close off part of a warehouse. So, if it was here first, why the hell would they chose a place next to a night club?" I asked. "There are a hundred warehouse like this one empty due to the recession." Just for the sake of argument, let's say that it is not. It seemed I was meant to satisfy men’s cocks ever since I put on my first pair of panties. They were a soft yellow nylon brief panty that made my cock throbbing hard and make me ejaculate more cum than I ever did before. The panties weren’t my mother’s. They belonged to my neighbor girl, a hot eighteen-year-old exotic dancer named Barbie who became my coach with becoming a girl and gave me her old bras and panties to wear. Now that I was seventeen, my hips were finally filling out enough to. As provocative as she felt, though, she could never match Suzie, who was standing at the front door in a black leather halter and black ankle boots. Her denim cut-offs were stuffed into her crotch and rode high in the back, giving the boys a generous view of her behind. They glared at her from the street and clutched their big sticks, white-knuckled with lust.“Don’t say hi or nothin’,” one of them shouted. “Chink whore!”Without turning around, Suzie raised her right hand, pointing a single.