Shakeia Floyd was the only grandc***d of Aunt Dianne. She had revealed to her family that she was transgender when she was much younger. Shakeia’s p...arents never married. Her dad was Andrea’s first cousin and her mom was West Indian. She had gotten parental permission from her mother to begin hormone therapy. At the age of 12, she had gone on a testosterone blocker to mute the effects of male puberty. On her 15th birthday, her mom allowed her to start taking estrogen. Shakeia stood. I had an amazing sleep, sound. A few hours passed, I heard some subtle noises of water running in the bathroom, but I ignored and continued sleeping like a small kid. Suddenly I felt something touching me; I opened my eyes only to see her. She had her gorgeous body in a full length white towel. The towel was wrapped hard around her huge breasts and covered her till her upper thighs. She looked like a fairy, descended from heaven. It was the most sensual scene I had ever seen. Her fair skin. My friends and I were off to the annual Christmas ball for young people in the countryside one of those farmer things, having just passed my driving test I opted to not drink and drive. I was 19 and I thought me turning up in a car would surely catch the eye of someone. I was staying at my friends house to make the weekend of it so we all met round there before we headed off. My friend Charlie lived with his mum who was great fun and a lovely lady, she was older, divorced and quite a large. She had cash saved up from her jobs, and the apartment was rented month-to-month so she could walk away without worrying about breaking a lease. All she needed was to grab her few keepsakes, throw them back in storage, pack a bag, and take off. She walked around the room, trying to plan where she could go. In order to avoid a trail, she’d have to continue using cash. She’d left her car at the bar, so she thought maybe if she flew to a different state, she could evade them. She’d have to change.