I wasglad I wasn't butt ugly, which would have made my life a living hell. Ifelt strange when men and boys would look at me, like a piece of meat. Igu...ess I deserve that though, since that is how I would look at girls. She asked if I was attracted to boys, as I was now almost fourteen and in8th grade I said "No, well not really". I explained that it was hard toarticulate, but I wasn't completely put off by them. I was still muchmore attracted to girls, even more so then ever. She said that is. In my head, I reallywanted to look and seem as masculine and possible for the meeting withMelissa, but as I reached inside the large bra cups and adjusted mybreasts so they were comfortable, I knew this would be all butimpossible. I don't think I could really look any more feminine, mybreasts, hips and ass, my fake nails and long false eyelashes, longdyed and highlighted blonde hair, all just screamed femininity.Over the last few months I'd found myself almost accepting being awoman, if not. "Frank seemed to be surprised to see Ty. He frowned and his eyes darted between the two of us, his eyebrows slowly rising. "Oh! Ah, I had no idea. Do I know you?" he asked Ty. "Candy seems to have forgotten to mention you." Don't worry. I'm just a guy she picked up last night."Frank's mouth dropped open and I couldn't stop a bark of laughter from escaping my lips. "That's right, Frank. He was just leaving." I lifted my chin at Ty. "The tip is on the nightstand. Leave a card and maybe I'll call. As her hair brushed the side of my face I could smell the tantalizing scent of her perfume. God, she was looking really good and it had been forever since I had seen her. She had on a sexy, knee-length skirt which showed off her long legs which were covered with beige nylons. She was already tall but her heels made her taller and was almost level with me. Rachel also had on a button-up blouse that was thin enough to see the faint outline of her bra that was holding back her well proportioned.