You were so captivating. You have enough attention to pull anyone.Riddhi: Don’t preach me. Don’t become a preacher. Be truthful.Dad: Still how can...I answer you? After all, you are a little cutie pie.Riddhi: Hey dad, I am not your little cutie pie anymore. I have noticed how you stole my nubile figure. You have measured me from bottom to top. I have caught your sights many times looking at my cleavage. Am I lying here?Please tell me, Dad.Dad: Ohh.. Now you are forcing me to tell you. Yeah, I. Their bodies were hairless, just the way I like them.I was told to get my pants and shirt off. I was shaking with fear and excitement as I took off my shirt, pants, socks and shoes revealing the under garments Joe told me to be wearing. I stood there in my black bra, stockings, garter belt and panties. My little cock was straining to be free but I had it firmly tucked between my legs.All three guys applauded when they saw me in my undies. They circled me touching my body lightly. Fingers were. It was obviouslya woman since the aerodynamic costume was so skin tight on her that itappeared painted on, every contour on her body given prominence. Shemust have realized this as her face was almost as red as what she waswearing.Dazed, she said to him, "Billy, what's going on?" Mary, is that you! Gosh, look at you!" he said astonished. His facegetting even redder than hers as he gaped over her body. She shiveredunder his stare. Shamed, he said to her, "Come here and let me helpyou."As she. He was the victim of some vicious,malign joke. The Gipsy must have taken advantage ofhis drunken state, erasing his masculinity out ofsheer cruelty. What other explanation was there? Hehadn't walked into the antique store asking for asex-change. What man in his right mind would?Granted, he had residual memories of making some kindof agreement with the Gipsy, something to do with amirror and a small sum of money, but that didn't makeany sense.Nothing made sense right now. How was any of.