His loose and very baggy pants had shriveled upinto a short, very tight leather skirt. And he now stood, or ratherwobbled gently back and forth, in ne... shoes with two inch heels thathad replaced his old tennis shoes.Steve shivered slightly. "What the hell have you done now?" He clutchedat his throat, his cracking voice no longer sounding exactly like hisown anymore. He shivered again. "My arms and legs are freezing," hecomplained, before looking downward towards his feet and discoveringwhy he. Her cornflower blue eyes were bloodshot and the lidspuffy, the long lashes that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appearmysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and hereyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatic eyes. Hercheekbones were high and complimented her eyes. Her face was heart shaped,her nose was straight and slender with narrow nostrils, her mouth was wide,with sensual lips, her chin was sharp but slightly rounded, making herappear. Her legs were perfection, without an ounce of fat, and he thought that he’d be able to wrap his two hands around her tiny waist. Her face was of a naughty angel, the soft eyes off-set by an inviting mouth and high cheek bones. She was no emo, her bright make-up and light pink streaks in her blonde hair showed a more cheerleader air.‘Can I have some?’ she asked, twirling her hair in an obvious attempt at flirting to get her way. John shrugged, why not he thought, and handed it over. She took a. I pull sufficient to take out the creases but no more. As she moves so do I, careful to keep her dress in place for now. I’m giving her every opportunity to stop me. Sofia is noticeable trembling as she anticipates the loss of her only garment. With my eyes firmly set on her protruding nipples holding her dress up, I apply a slight downward pressure. Nothing happens. A little more and the tension in the fabric releases as it drops. I let go. The little white dress flutters like a feather to the.