Instead, I’m getting lectured by Stevie on stippling my five o’clock shadow, fastening my hair on, and walking like a man.When Stevie was finished... I looked incredible. I couldn’t even recognize myself. She instructed me to leave the makeup and hair on again tonight and then bring it back to perfection in the morning. Tomorrow, I’m really going to need a shower. I can only imagine what this stuff is doing to my skin. I promised to complete the day today in disguise, seeing and talking to people. I want a magic wand where shewould have titties right now, and they would be sensitive as real boobs,and she could still have her dick to rub up against her sissyboyfriends'." I see," he said, blushing a bit. ".Okay, here's what I would want youto think about. I would recommend a combination for quickness andsensitivity. I would do the gummy-bear implants, which are pretty much asturdy silicone that doesn't leak as often. Then I would bombard himwith progesterone until I got the shape and size. Dad had volunteered the chair, thinking that it would be more comfortable for me than the couch. I didn't want to uproot him from his favorite spot, but he insisted, so I lounged in it, squirming around until I found the least irritating position.The back doorbell rang, and before anybody could get up to see who was there, the door opened. We heard two sets of feet on the linoleum in the kitchen."Hey, Porter, where are you?" I heard Jake yell."Hello, Jake, we're in the family room," called out. She opened her eyes wide, trying to see anything. All was inky blackness except for two or three small green lights off to her right. It looked like they were ten feet away. Whatever machine belonged to the lights was whirring quietly. Otherwise the only sound was the dull roar of a ventilation system. She tried moving her limbs one at a time. Her arms and legs were held with thick leather cuffs pulled tight. From the feeling of bare metal against her skin, she was either naked or hardly.