At first I thought it was you. But there was five hundred pounds on the bench press. Who in this house pumps iron like that?”I knew who. It was Beck... Finklestein. And she didn’t even need to use her arms. If I closed my eyes I could still see her bouncing the straining barbell on her pectoral shelf like a feather. “The police can take care of Becky, Vic. We just have to worry about Courtney.”Vic finished his beer, and crushed the can in his massive fist. “Okay kid, what’s yer plan?” he. She was the wife in a couple who I had been doing some electrical work for and I had ended up having sex with her on two occasions, which had been awesome. She was 40, so 10 years older than me, and a red head with lovely green eyes and plenty of curves in the right places, boasting a 36DD bust and a great bottom.Angela phoned me and told me that Mark, her husband was going on a boys golf break, so she was free Friday and Saturday evening if either were any good. We decided on Saturday as I had. And finally make the hair on your head grow until itreaches your shoulders. Oh, and put some waves into it."She laughed at his thoroughly feminized appearance. He could findnothing amusing in the fact that he could effortlessly pass for a womanwith an overblown figure. She got him on his feet and, with anotherdose of eye-glow, implanted in his mind the desire to make his bodylanguage and voice as girly as he could. When she had him walk aroundhe found himself swishing, keeping his wrists. " She stopped talking as she heard knocking on the door.Nedia gave Nick back to his dad and headed for the door."Hi Kate, hey there Sally" she said getting down on her knees to kiss Sally."Nedia, did you tell him?" asked Kate in a low voice.Nedia got up, stepped out of the apartment and closed the door a little, "No. I'm going to do it tonight." Do what?" asked Noah who was now standing right behind her carrying Nick."Nothing honey, come on lets go we're going to be late." she said trying to.