"Please don't make me do this," her back arching again, her breasts so prominently display. "Touch them," she begged. "First your bra Vanessa. Get the...m naked for my fingers." He loved to see the confusion in her eyes as she fought her own urges.She moved her hands behind her back, finding the clasp, quickly unsnapping it, watching as her bra slipped loose. Her hands moved to the shoulder straps, her eyes pleading with him and the control he had over her, letting the straps slide seductively. I wouldn't want someone to hit my car and then leave without telling me." Believe me, there is nothing that a little elbow grease won't cure. Don't even think about it anymore."He started to walk around her to get into his truck."Please take my business card. If the rubbing compound won't take out the scratch, have the car rental company get in touch with me."He looked at her card. He got a strange look on his face. She noticed the look and wondered what had happened."Mrs. Bristol. Don't you. Her HRT treatments had yet to makeany significant physical changes to her body, but they had greatlyboosted her confidence, and she felt increasingly happier with herself-right up until she started talking to a boy.Throughout the summer, Ellie attracted the interest of countless boys,both on her visits to the coast and while out and about in London. Manyof the boys remained attracted even when told (by Monique or Kacey) thatEllie was transgendered, and the blonde girl knew that all of those. She looked pretty cute, bopping around from the stove to the counter to the sink, wearing a big orange Syracuse University sweatshirt that nearly covered her blue short shorts. Her feet were bare, which I liked because she could have been a foot model. She moved gracefully, as befitted a dancer. All those years of tap dancing and ballet had developed her calf muscles, which rippled under the skin as she walked around, especially when she stretched to reach something. She had pulled her hair.