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Arron was conscious of the major elephant in the room, though she wasn't too sure if it was only something SHE noticed and not the other person as well. Sarah was busily fluttering around her friend Daniel Imai, who was equally engaged in yapping and conversing at the same time with her, the two of them had long gotten on like thieves. Erin used to joke that it was hard to figure out if they were her parents or just the caregivers for Daniel, all but her godfather (and they had asked, he had declined the heavy responsibility and instead shouldered the burden of being the "uncle from another ...") Erin had hit him for that one, Arron just smiled at the memory.

"So, let me get this straight...your dad's been masquerading as a woman all this time...and you never had the decency to send me pics?" he looked at Sarah playfully aghast. "Girl, 'splain!"

Sarah, for her part, joined in the play with an overly exaggerated sense of sorrow. "I can `splain, Mistah! See, my father, bless HER heart, just could not let me be a damsel all alone...SHE just had to undertake a life of dresses and makeup and heels and shopping...all for me..." She raised a hand to her forehead and pretended to faint.

"How heroic indeed!" he responded, getting up to feign catching Sarah and the two just looked at each other and laughed. Arron rolled her eyes.

"Alright, enough is enough...get going, you little munchkin, Dan and I gotta catch up."

Sarah nodded and gave her a warm hug goodnight and then gave Dan an equally playful hug before disappearing up the stairs. He just settled back in the chair as her footsteps reached the bedroom and they heard the door close behind her. After a few moments, he sighed and leaned his head back. "Man, that girl never changes."

"Yeah, she's still the same rugrat that you always spoiled..."

He eyed Arron from his spot. "You, on the other hand..."

She hid a small smile behind her hand and then got up. "Beer?" When he nodded, she turned and walked into the kitchen to grab him one from the fridge, deciding it sounded good to grab one for herself. It was still both equally comforting to have someone she was very familiar with for company and yet, at the same time, conscious that there was a massive change between them since they had last seen each other. She had been noticing that Dan, though respectful, had been side-checking her out, in particular looking at the curves her body was starting to get. She had been a rapid developer, already sporting a nice pert ass and her hips started to pattern in a feminine way, her breasts were small but very much noticeable. A part of her wondered how big they would be getting and found a good portion of her wanted them to grow...

She returned and handed him the can, he nodded gratefully, and she looked for a place to sit. She had a moment to decide: sitting at the table meant having some distance between them, maintaining the illusion of being friends purely. The love seat was also available but had his bag on it, though it would be simple enough to move. He didn't say anything, kicking back the beer, and her eyes fell on the last spot, on the couch next to him...