It was swaying around as I maneuvered to get a better look. "What thehell?" I wondered as I thrust my female hips and pelvis toward themirror to get a...better look. I tried squeezing my new crotch muscles todetermine what it was. "Was that what made me feel so good on thechopper?" I wondered. "Was Wanda some kind of transitioning person? Onedirection or the other?" Even though I had a clear view, both in themirror and down my B-cup cleavage, I really couldn't tell what was downthere. So I. He called out, "Chrissie! What have you done to me?"By this time he had taken off his panties and was rubbing furiously athis face trying to remove the make up.His face looked like Lady Gaga's on the "Applause" single. In otherwords a mess.I came up behind him in the bathroom and put my arms round his chest sohe could feel my breasts against his back. I stroked his penis throughhis panties until he was aroused."Not now, we're late for work," he said. "And why does my breath tasteof smoke?". Of course, no one ever spoke about those who had failed to excel within the harsh environment of this school, the failures who had been broken by the teachers and could consider themselves lucky if they got to dance at a strip-club after dropping out.Kara had always been one of the most promising young dancers, rising up to the demands of the teachers, dedicated to her practise and driven to succeed. But lately, as she had only recently passed her eighteenth birthday, she had learned something. Even now Leasa could feel the tingling that suggested she had been in two much sun.'Let me ma'am.' Leasa watched in mild alarm as Solomon poured the cream into his large black hands, before reaching for her own slim hand. She allowed him to take her hand and was startled when he started by concentrating on her fingers, working the cream in, stretching and pulling and making sure the cream got between her fingers. She had half expected him to immediately start using this massage as cover for.