He had pulled her sheet back to disclose the naked body of a young teenager."Isn't a fucking shame to see her like this," he said looking her up and d...wn, "she can't be more that what fifteen or sixteen." Yeah," I agreed, she reminds me of my own younger sister, same body shape, same colouring although I've never seen her naked."Ok," he said and somewhat reluctantly he cover her up. "let's go and make some tea."We had a crisis during the early hours and we had to call a doctor in to sedate a. ."Hello back at you. I...er, was wondering..." I couldn't believe I was being this bold. "You wouldn't be wearing panties that matched that nail polish, would you?" I asked as I felt the blood begin to rush down to my cock. He stopped and stared up at me. He seemed to be about 5'5" to my 6'2". He also looked a little scared."Listen, sir - I don't want any trouble. I'm just out trying to have a good walk." he said."So am I. I'm not looking for any trouble either, but this walk is making me a. It would only bring further punishmenthowever he resolved to curb this creeping femininity which wasthreatening to overwhelm him. He admonished himself but had to concedethat this was an unfortunate but understandable consequence of hispredicament. The first week in Madam's employ naturally had a traumaticeffect on him but in recent days he had, if not exactly come to termswith it, had certainly become more used to dressing in female clothing.It was after all something he had little control. Not fat, not in the slightest, but you have certainly grown from being a kid into being a woman. Your perky d-cups are filling out a crop top and your jean shorts hug a wide set of hips and a firm, round butt. Your long legs get a lot of attention at the Big Boy. One of the girls showed you how to roll your uniform's waist so your skirt is much higher. More tips that way."No, mom," you say. "People tell me I'm pretty." You take after me," says your mother.She's right. Blond hair, blue eyes,.