And then there were her large hips.Once she'd done with the mascara she painted her mouth a bright inviting pink.It should be noted, however, that tho...gh her lips were big like the rest hermouth was rather small and dainty. She wondered of this was an asset or a deficit.She knew some time today she'd be thinking of it as a definite deficit. She had on a light cotton dress and high heeled shoes and nothing else.Only three times in her life had she left the house dressed like this and blushedat. After she got the DNA therapy and had that talk with ChristineJennings, Tom firmly decided she would focus on her Swan Song work. Anypossible post-mission consequences, like the danger of being a womanfor the rest of her life, would wait for another day.That 'another day' had arrived as Tom neared the completion of SwanSong.Tom, like any man might have done when he found himself transformedinto a woman, had needed some time to adjust to her new gender andbring his fears and apprehension about. Oh, God...", to an uncharacteristic string of expletives out of her mouth, later.I am quite certain that several of the things she shouted during climax are physically impossible...Just saying...When we finished greeting each other, in the bath tub - because it worked so well the evening before – we were well and truly greeted right into exhaustion. By the time we cleaned ourselves up enough to go to bed, Constance went straight from pulling up the covers to waking up in the morning, with no. Victoria went over to armoire and returned with a small wooden chest. Tibor had grabbed a briefcase and was opening it. Mistress turned to me and smiled.“It is time to make this official,” she said to me.I looked at her, confused. Tibor brought out a piece of paper and a fountain pen and placed it on the table.“This is our slave contract,” Victoria explained. “This is your agreement to be my personal slave for one year or until we both agree to discontinue.”I looked at Mistress with a happy,.