She said she was traveling in bus for talk nagar market. I don’t know how I got courage and told her to get down next stop as I was almost behind he...r bus. And she obliged. As I approached bus stop there she was standing as diva…black trouser and red t shirt with black google….uff that was killer.She got into car…and we had formal hello. I drove her to tilak nagar market. I offered to join her. But she politely said that is regularly visiting this market and could be someone known may see her. I. So, I found the girl pretty -- So what? That was perfectly natural. She was on the cusp of becoming a woman. This was a very beautiful part of her life. It wasn't like I would actually do anything to her. I mean, I liked girls, but I wasn't a monster."Sorry," I said, erasing the smile from my face, "I'll keep that in mind. I'll try to talk with her, though, with your permission. I'll be with her for three months. I'm sure we'll build some sort of relationship in that time. Maybe she'll trust. Miss Debbie was lovely and kind, She seemed to understand pervs and I did take some liberties – She saw my spunk-stained wank-trousers, the holes in my mac pockets, the state of the mags crammed into my case including what I wrote in them when I picked one out to show Her an advert for mags. “can I order these magazines please Miss?!” I did this many times but no mags were ever ordered – She knew I just wanted Her to see what I’d done to the pic on the opposite page...She was tolerant, even. Pretty blocky kinda guy. Probably an oilfield guy. Brown hair, carhart pants, and workboots. I was probably visibly shaking as i looked at him. He didn't move at me or anything, just looked and kinda started to grin at me. Finally he said "Wow, you really do look like a girl. And a pretty hot one too!" He laughed, seemed like a friendly laugh. "Hey, don't worry i'm not going to hurt you or anything... but do you mind if i come a little closer?" I sort of mumbled that he could, not knowing what.