She was a auburn-haired beauty of one meter seventy with startlingblue eyes . Her breasts, though a mere B cup, were full and did not sag . Loweron, h...er hips were well accentuated, while her waist was well muscled by hermorning exercises . Finally, her legs were long shapely affairs that did notfail to attract male attention when she left them uncovered . However, shehad decided long ago that she did not want to be bothered by that kind of attentionand she usually hid her shapes in baggy,. She was borderline manic depressive with severe PTSD. This isin addition to the fact that she suffers from severe gender dysphoria.Your concern about her having the right to go into girls' locker roomsand bathrooms is laughable as she was badly abused by several boys tothe point that she had to have an orchiectomy performed. If you don'tknow what that means it means she is sterile, a eunuch, and impotent.She had put up with people beating her, ignoring her, and nearly dyingand came out of it. "Now ... time to go see Doreen, we have some unfinished business to attend to," she said looking at me with an evil look in her eyes. "And don't you dare come looking for us, or you'll spoil everything for this evening," she warned. And with that, simply exited the bathroom, leaving me to stand there, hard hot and throbbing.Tempted yes. But somehow I knew, if I dared do anything ... she'd fucking know. With my prick painfully hard, swollen and in no hurry to go down again, I toweled off,. "As soon as the waitress had left, Ramon turned towards Caroline. "Excuse me for being nosey, Mademoiselle, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. It seems that you know Jacqueline quite well." Oh, yes," Caroline said emphatically. "We've met regularly ever since she took me to Le Chambre Séparée."I could see Ramon flinch when Caroline mentioned the prime adult entertainment venue. He probably had already suspected that this wasn't a tea-and-biscuits friendship, but now he was.