I had never met her before, but he’d assured me that she knew nothing of my secret. It would be nice to have someone to confide in, but I knew being... treated as a girl by everyone would probably make this feel more natural in the end. My friend had arranged everything to make this day as painful as possible for me. As I silently thanked him for this, I thought to myself that I also owed him thanks for letting me be a part of this adventure. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought I would find. His sister, me (Heather), is drop-dead gorgeous, five foot six, one hundred and six pounds, platinum blond hair down to my waist, and a 38DD bra. I also have a great sense of humor and my description above comes from that. Well, the name is right, Heather.Five foot three, one hundred and eight pounds, ash blond hair to my shoulders and a 32B is much closer to reality. Like Dan, I get good grades (Usually better than his but I try not to rub it in) and want to be either in finance or in banking.. The tree branch was a great backdrop setting and it was sturdy and strong enough to hold her weight, but also added character into the shots. Throwing the end of the rope over the branch, Dick pulled her arms up over her head, and with Tammy almost on tip toes tied it off and then stood back to admire the result of her waterfall shower.He said she looked stunning and began to ask everyone to get some good pictures of Tammy, but he did not need to ask as everyone was already snapping away at. She had almost reached center stage when she heard someone greet her. She spun around as Miss Carstairs stepped through the curtains behind her. "Miss Carstairs, you wrote that letter?" Catie asked. "Yes. Does that gross you out?" "No, not really. I didn't know you liked girls, we all thought that you had a man in your life," Catie stated. "Not since my first year of college, but I let everyone believe I did. It saves me from the endless questioning, and please call me Marsha. Almost against.