”“Good grief, wear some clothes! You look like you fell in a deep fryer.”“Thanks for the advice. I am heartbroken you’re telling me to put ...lothes on. Story of my life.”“Listen to the Professor talk,” said Becky. “Like you could handle any of us.”“Sigh, another experiment we will never conduct, ladies,” I lamented.Tina smiled at me. “I love to experiment. Never can tell where my investigations will lead. Scientific method you know.”“Oooooh, Tina” her friends taunted. “You’re just trying. Janet and John manage "Trick or Trea...." before they are hypnotised by Gemma.She has just pulled on a man's blue shirt, trying to hold it closed across her fabulous black breasts.John's eyes take in her bright red toe nails, then up past knees, hot thighs to ... "Oh shit. What is that?"Gemma has a blue butterfly nestling in her black pubic triangle; tiny leds pulsate over it s wings.Gemma is wearing Steff's latest exquisite Cuntal Butterfly design."Can I touch it" pleads John "It looks so. "She lifted her head suddenly, almost proudly, and looked directly into my eyes.I was overstuffed and I kept saying that. I kept saying 'I'm sooo stuffed, I'm sooo full!'" I see," was the only reply I could think of.I had simply asked about her weekend.She was wearing an incredibly inappropriate ultra low cut mini-dress, stockings and heels. She was dressed in black, with gothic style make up and jet black hair with subtle purple streaks. She had several piercings in her ears, one in her. A beautiful young lady looked out of the mirror at her. Flawless makeup was applied so expertly it appeared to be only the merest accent to pre-existing beauty, and the glorious mane of dark hair tumbled to her tiny waist in rippling waves. This was not an obvious man in corset and heels, nor even a transvestite making a valiant effort to pass as a woman. This was an outstanding example of femininity at its finest, clearly and unmistakably a girl just on the trembling threshold of.