Since summer is right around the corner, my services as a personal trainer are in high demand. I’ve got a 100% success rate, making me the most successful trainer–maybe ever. I have a very simple method that no other trainers could offer…I’m a bodyhopper!
“So Daddy?” Chelsea smirked as the girl in front of her took a picture of her big ass “Have you learned not to tell me what to wear?”
“Oh, come on Mum can’t we go home now?”
“Why, Christine darling we are having a beautifully extravagant time?” Explained Rhonda (left).
“I’m Christian Mum and a boy remember” argued Christine/Christian (right).
“Not at the moment you’re not. You’re my beautiful little girl, boobs and vagina and all” smiled Rhonda.
“But it’s so strange walking in public as a girl especially in these tight pants. I look like a slut”
“How can it be strange? I’ve done it all my life. And those pants don’t make you look slutty, you are wearing them for comfort and plus they make your booty look great” persisted Rhonda.
“When do I change back to a boy?” Quizzed Christine/Christian.
“Christine, my dear, why would you change back? As a woman people pay attention to you. Especially when you look as sexy as you do. Plus, don’t you love having no junk in between your legs so you can where clothes like this and don’t have to be concerned about squashing things” debated Rhonda.
“I have found it a bit more comfortable” she admitted.
“I’m not surprised with a magnificent ass like yours when you sit it would be like a cushion. A plump juicy sexy cushion” Rhonda was beginning to win her son over to remaining as her daughter.
“And it is fun having boobs. That’s for sure” laughed Christine/Christian.
“Well Christian, do you want to stay like this for a little while longer just to try it out?”
“Mum, don’t be so silly, call me Christine. Let me be your daughter for a little while.”
I didn’t understand why my daughter was always using that Snap Chat thingy on her phone. It was always selfies and mirror shots. I gave her a hard time about it quite often. But thats what Dads and Daughters do- bother each other.
I had recently gone thorough some troubles, having been diagnosed with Second Puberty, still it wasn’t all that bad, the transition was tough but I was always adaptable so turning into a girl wasn’t so bad.
My older brother,Zach, has annoyed me all of my life. He is self centered, sexist, and generally a jerk. I was thrilled when he went off to college, and even decided to stay local for college myself just so I could actually enjoy family time without him for once. Needless to say, I was incredibly bummed when I found out he was moving back with the family after not being able to find a job. I needed some retail therapy, so I headed off to the mall.
Over the weekend I had a young lady,Madison, in the shop who seemed to just be doing some browsing for lingerie and clothes. She was very friendly though, and was talking to me non stop.
I was so excited when my agent told me he had secured me a modeling gig. I was a bit bummed to find out it was just being a Car Babe at a Car Show, but money was tight so I told him I was in before he even told me more about the show. He told me to expect a package with the outfit within a few days
Scouring through the internet, I found hundreds of weight loss programs. Some were too easy to be true, and others required a lifestyle change that I needed desperately, but was too lazy to accomplish. I enjoyed eating, drinking, and smoking too much to stop, but everyone knows the quote, “Nothing tastes better than being skinny.” Enough was enough, and I found a program that really caught my eye.
“Seriously Sis, there are types of pants besides Yoga Pants”