The pure sex of the stiletto heels, the knee-high shiny black leather boots, the party sandals. Please don’t misunderstand I wasn’t gay I just wis...ed I could have breasts and wear make-up and I wanted some sex other than by masturbation. I was in heaven, I’d grown my hair long, dark brown chestnut hair to my shoulders, clean & shiny, centre parted. I depilated all my body hair, applied a fake tan and had painted my toe nails. I was five six, five nine in my stilettos, nine stone and for the. His little brother, Mustafa, was a spindly 8 years old. His mind was as bright as the desert sun. He could figure things out in a wink which Kalik would never understand in a lifetime. It was a fine, hot morning. The boys were out looking for food or anything else of value which might have been left behind by the soldiers – any soldiers. Neither Kalik nor Mustafa had ever been to school and they didn’t concern themselves with the reasons behind the war which had torn their country apart. But. I told them I was happy with everything and that this was actually only my second amateur tournament other than at school. They wished me luck and told me where to be for the posting of the people who would be invited to the Open.Terry and I cleaned up and put my equipment in the car, and then we ate a nice early supper while waiting for the results. At six there was a big commotion at the tournament bulletin board. Next to it was a platform with a podium and microphone. One of the exit. My hands became much smoother and more delicate, and my nails grew about an inch.It was at this point that I realized for the first time that I was naked. My clothes had literally disappeared off my back at some point during the transformation, but I'd been too engrossed in watching the changes to even notice. It was funny at first, but then the fact that my father was sitting no more than five feet away with a camera worried me a little bit. He was frozen now, but that could change at any.