Mindy was a little taller than me, with very dark brown hair. She still had some growing to do, having a somewhat tomboyish build and hair only down t...o her shoulders, along with glasses. I shook her hand too. I seemed to instinctively like her. She seemed far more outgoing and self confident than most girls I'd ever met. "Don't worry about seeming contrary to Ms. Wilkinson. I think she likes good arguments in her class, as long as you think before you open your mouth."I let go of her hand and. I started to sob. But I stopped when I realizedhow stupid it was to cry about this. I loved being a woman!And with that thought, my transformation began. I moaned andarched my back as my hips once again took shape. I could feelthings around me feeling softer and my skin becoming moresensitive to them. Every little change fascinated me. I willed itall. I wanted to be me and not this icky boy. Pleasure shotthrough me as I pushed my breasts out. They were soooooooperfect. That thought made me. ..welcome to go inside if you'd prefer." I considered the idea for a moment but then told her I'd prefer to go back to our own villa. She then said she'd give us another 100 euros to stay there and give a good show. At that point Sandra said she'd do it so I agreed. We picked up our clothes and bags and went inside. As we walked, Barbara handed me 100 euros and David showed us upstairs to the main bedroom.Sandra climbed onto the bed and lay on her back with her feet flat on the bed, knees up. I. Her cheeks were tan as were her back and hips. The small, untanned belt of white that ended as it dipped between her cheeks served to accent the saucy prominence of her butt."I hoped you were an ass man, Billy. I kinda like my own butt." Then, fishing for a compliment, she asked, "Do you like it? Do you think it's sexy?"Then, marching in place, she pulled the tight shorts over her hips, wriggling to seat them properly before she jumped into the Scout, yelling, "Hey, dude! Let's get truckin'....