My sister is perhaps a little more confident nowadays, and she's not so shy with men as she used to be. But I really haven't noticed any changes in he... body. Her bottom is still nice and round.Anyway, I tell my friends that I don't want sex. But I guess that's not really true any more. I find myself thinking now about what panti to wear when I go out on a date. It's as if I'm secretly wanting him to see my panti. Even though I'm determined not to have sex with him until we're married. I never. I will haveto perform a demonstration of my power." What kind of demonstration?" Bob asked. "Do you mean I have to wishfor something?" Simon rolled his eyes and nodded. "Okay, then I wishfor a glass of whiskey."Bob heard the clink of ice against glass, and looked down at his hand -which now held a tumbler of whiskey and water, just the way he likedit. He stared at it, and sipped it hesitantly. "I took the liberty ofaltering the drink to your actual desire," Simon said."You mean you read my. Verylittle make up and a touch of lippy completed the image. I had to giveher credit for her appearance. She managed in six months to create avery plausible feminine persona."You look nice Marcia" I simply said and then added rather abruptly,"Come on lets go and eat I am famished."She managed to smile back at me with a modest 'thank you' and soon wewere having a wonderful light dinner of grilled salmon and an elaboratemixed green salad with a superb dressing. What a jewel this boy/girl ofmine. Even after I gave him the money, he looked like we were going to steal the towels. He should have known what we were there for, since we didn't have any luggage. It wasn't the fucking towels. I almost was almost sorry that I didn't go to a hot sheet motel. The kid would probably remember the blow job longer than the ocean view.He and I stopped by the coke machine in the lobby before we went to our room. I didn't have any liquor but I still wanted a coke with ice. Once I identified the location.