” He took in the sight of the wet 8-year-old in the ripped pajamas and set the tray down.“Please, sir. I can’t go back home.”“Oh, you Helena...?”The girl nodded, looking down at her feet and noticing for the first time that she was tracking mud. She immediately dropped to her knees and tried to wipe it up with her sleeve.“Hey, hey, is all right, I get that. My name Byroni, everyone call me Propappou because I Troy’s Propappou. Helena, is good Greek name. And you friend of Troy, so you friend of. " You did?" Yeah, I've no idea why, it's been kinda worrying me too." Well, do you want to be a girl?" I don't know, I've never thought about it, I do remember liking the girls shoes when I started school, I was about 5 or 6 then. I also remember wanting to grow my hair long like the girls in my class when I was about 7 or 8, but I've never thought I might want to be a girl. I don't know, what's it like being a girl?" It's fun sometimes, you get to dress up and look nice and go shopping for. She had bronze or tan skin I could not tell. But she looked Latin or Mexican maybe. She had a great round ass held tight by a pair of black dress pants and she wore a blue 3/4 sleeve collard shirt with the hotel logo on it. It looked a size too small as her giant tits appeared like they were winning the fight to break loose and bounce all over the place.It was not all tits and ass either she had a cute round face framed by long thick straight brown hair and big brown eyes. She wore make up. ” Then, she must have given it a bit more thought, and added, “You didn’t do anything else, did you? With Katy, I mean.” “No,” I smiled, dismissing the idea, “Just kissing,” “But, you’d like to, though, wouldn’t you?” Tina asked, as if she knew the answer. “Yeah,” I answered back, as though the answer was obvious, “but, you know, we didn’t do anything.” “Who else?” Tina asked, looking me directly in the eyes, she was on a roll now, and keen to interrogate me further, “Who.