"Almost like itactually happened?" It is happening," smiled Tara, moving some pumpkins and arranging theshot before joking. "So could you maybe not cr... for five minutes so youdon?t look a wreck, in case I ever give this to mom for her album?" Tara?" said Craig, getting mad."Smile," laughed Tara, snapping the shot.As much as that comment made him want to smash in her face, it was soheartwarming to feel like he was truly one of his sisters. He?d been intheir clothes and dreamed what being one of. There was a sweetness and an innocence about me. I feltlike I was me at long last. On the sink, as I wanted in my fantasy, wasa pair of lacey white panties and a white negligee. I quickly put thoseon and walked into the bedroom where I immediately fell in love.My wife, now my eighteen-year-old boyfriend, was a tall, strong, wellmuscled young man. He was incredibly handsome in the boy next-door sortof way. Also extremely fit, we looked like a triathlon couple. I saw himstaring at me like I was. Wilson, please administer the test.Ms. Wilson was much bigger than my five-feet, two inches and one hundred pounds. She didn't exactly force me into position, but before I knew it she had guided me onto my elbows and knees on the couch, my bottom thrust high into the air.Gently but efficiently, she pulled the skirt of my business suit up over my hips, bunching it up around my waist. My white panties were exposed to her view. For some reason, I felt relief that I had worn them, instead of. A little plain and devoid of colour, yes, but wonderfully functional. A bathroom, a simple kitchenette and the main bedroom made up the bulk of the apartment, with a small closet housing many copies of my to-be work clothes. A desk with a sleek terminal sat in one corner of the room, proudly displaying the time to be 7:30. I had given the interface a look the previous night; I was even able to requisition materials for my own personal projects if I wanted to. This place was a dream.My.