A friend of mine that stayed a short time at Safehouse, (I cannot use her name without breaking confidentiality) wrote a lovely poem for the people th...at happened to be there when she was, and it explains some of the feelings that I went through. And even though it did not reveal all that had happened in our lives. ….everyone there had some sort of connection with the words that she wrote. If given the chance and the fire that burns within her stays as strong and as true as they did the night. Well, the results couldn't have been more enjoyable. After only three weeks on my new hormones I began to feel much sensitivity in my breasts. I told my mom and my friends and, although there was little to notice visually, they were very supportive and helpful in telling me to expect something to "pop" any day. Well, they were right! Not more that a week after they told me this, I was coming out of the shower getting ready for school when I noticed my breasts had literally grown overnight. I. We had a good celebration on her arrival and chatted and gossiped a lot. Mom had prepared a separate bed room for her but at night Baji Fazeelat told mom that she would like to sleep with her lil bro. At night we kept chatting till 1 O clock in the morning. “Is my lil bro still a very hard sleeper?” Baji Fazeelat asked me while seeing me yawning. “Yes, you know because of the physical activities and sports” I replied. “Ooh my lovely lil bro” she came and slipped in my bed. “Okay, you can sleep,. .. I want to..." Josh paused and Julia spun around excitedly. "I knew it!" she gushed. Josh looked at her naked body, taking in her large, firm breasts, her flat stomach and her perfectly waxed vagina. Julia waited a moment, comfortable in her nakedness in front of the eighteen-year-old boy on her bed. "Tell me what it is, honey," she said. "I won't be freaked out. Well, hopefully not, but I'm sure I won't be. And as long as it doesn't involve a gas station bathroom and a mask that I need a.