I felt foolish , and told Mark I didn't want to do thisCome on he said it's only some fun , telling me he dressed up like this for JohnHe put on a nav... blue knickers and a white bra we stood together in front of the mirror look we are lesbians laughing as he said itI put the skirt on the blouse my hair was shoulder length naturally, and looked in the mirror and in have to admit I thought I looked quite good, Mark went to his draw and padded our bras out with a pair of socks , looking in the. I would tell nobody.The arms were strong, not metal, nor human skin, but somewhere in between.I allowed myself to relax. She touched my hair, somehow managing to touch me tenderly, despite her being half metal. I felt butterflies. Would her mouth be metal? That wouldn’t be very nice.“Do you approve I touch your hair?” she asked in that silky voice.“Yes. Yes I do.”“Sure. Preference noted.” I leant into her chest. She had no smell, no perfume or anything. But she had hair on her head, human. ‘Not Yet’ was all he kept saying. He kept asking me if I wanted him to continue. I just kept moaning and arching my hips up to him. He sat back to admire his handywork. I felt him tugging on the clips a little. I had no idea what he was doing. ‘Do you want me to bring a mirror for you to see?’ I just kept moaning and nodding my head yes. He went down the hall and returned carrying a full size mirror. I placed in at the foot of the bed and adjusted it so I could see. What I saw turned me on so. She felt something, a stirring within her heart, and her crotch. There was something about him that excited her, but she couldn’t understand what it was. She had dated better-looking guys than him who hadn’t affected her that way. ‘Why did he have such an impact on her?’ She soon snapped out of it, and resumed her bratty behavior. He chuckled to himself, she came across as a spoiled brat all right, but he wasn’t daunted. He became convinced that she was a completely different person than she.