She then lifted the covers and found that she was nude beneath the waist as well. She normally didn't sleep nude, so she was rather shocked, but even ...ore surprising was that her pussy was shaven bare. Amanda hadn't left last night with it shaved, and she didn't remember it happening, but she didn't really remember much of last night.She decided it was time for her to investigate last night's events some. So, she tossed the covers aside and got out of bed. It was at this point that she looked. “So what do you plan on doing today?” he asked. “Well actually, I don’t know. I guess I have to go home eventually don’t I? But what will my mom and friends say?” I looked at him and asked. “Don’t worry, cutie, honestly. While you were going through the transformation process we altered the memories of your friends so they will be more accepting, like they knew of it for years. However, we didn’t do the same for your mother. That we thought you would prefer to do yourself, as it was a family. Mikewas stung by this to attempt some sort of opposition.“But… I'm not a sissy, I'm not!”“No Mike, you certainly are not,” retorted Mary. “You are NOT a sissy.” She paused,and he waited, puzzled. That had taken him off-guard.“So…”“Please don't interrupt, darling, I wasn't finished.” She held up a hand. “Thank you.Now, as I was saying, you are certainly not a sissy, which is why I will not allow youin future to wear anything but the most way-out, sissiest, girliest costumes!”“But that doesn't… I. My wife beginsto take off her undershirt when she bites her lip and Ilook back at the road with one hand on the wheel and theother on her leg. I feel her hand, her elongatedfingernails painted green for the occasion, stretch outand scratch against my pants on my leg moving closer tothe center of my lap. I glance at her from the corner ofmy eye and see that coy and needy look on her face asher eyes are bolted onto the bulge in my pants. Her handcontinues to wander.You could hear the buzzing of.