With my breastforms glued on, the waist nipper doing its best to give me a smallerwaist, and the padded pantybrief, I had a shape that was just right ...ora girl my age. With my makeup, nails, and hair done, there was no signthat I was actually a boy. Mom introduced me as her daughter Diane,which made Mrs. Carson shut off any comments she might have made. It wasworth every minute of the time I took that morning when I got ready. Bythe time she had gone home, mom and I were smiling at each. . or if they'd believe me if I did!"The-ah the guy she hired knew how you feel about men," I ventured. "Andhe-he hired me to 'do the leg work!" Okay," Janet said. "Now how do we contact him to check out your story?"She had me. There was no way I could alibi myself, and I knew if Ichanged my story now they'd never believe me."Let me talk to Ms Bentley," I tried. "She can vouch for me. It'd be -uh- too embarrassing to have to call Mr. Crayle, and he's out of thecountry on another case!" Hmmm,". As the door open I laid blind folded and naked face down on my bed with three pillows under my waist. The door shut and the next thing I heard were foot steps coming into my bedroom. All kinds of things raced though my head as my stranger got closer. Hmmm he groaned as he saw my naked male body in front of him. I heard the belt being undone and him stepping out of his pants. Then I two firm hands spread my cheeks. I could feel his hot stare as he looked at my tightly puckered. Erin's eyes shifted. I knew my girls could communicate with each other too, thanks to me being the hub, but I didn't listen. Since I had lost her attention, I turned to Chloe. She stared back at me. I could feel her growing desire and my mind roared. "She's ready! She wants me! Take her! Take her now!"I didn't remember doing it, but I stood up and crossed the bathroom. I didn't just hug or embrace Chloe, but picked her up by her waist and pulled her to me. She was a feather in my hands.Chloe.