"Yeah, I need a few things," I said.We sat and drank our tea, his eyes never far from my swaying bust. Shelley arrived dressed in a very short skirt; ...he does have exceptionally good legs, long and slim, better than mine anyway. Mine, I feel are a bit thick at the top, but my bust is bigger and nicer than hers; well I think so and if my brother reactions are anything to go by, so do most men.We get to town and we split up, Shelley came along with me, while Tim disappeared on his own. We browsed. It only took a few minutes for another man to stop to sayhello to George and Mom. Again I was introduced and in a few moreminutes and there I was on the dance floor again.Over the evening the same was repeated 4 more times and as I was sittingin the back seat of George's car on our way home I thought back aboutthis evening It almost seemed like those men were making a concertedeffort to come over to the table. No it was not like they were lining upwith a number in their hand but in my mind they. " 'Yesterday, '" she repeated in clear disappointment. "So you don't even know if you can hold it. You don't know if the change is permanent, you don't know if you can sustain it for a whole opera, it's just a flash right now." No," I contradicted her "I know both of those things and it's no flash. I've been doing it wrong, and yesterday I found out why." All right, then, why?"It was tough to explain. But hell, Camilla was a pro, a pro and a star, she ought to understand some of the technical. Finally, I applied a light amountof blush, eyeliner, and some mascara, followed by a thick coating of shinyred lipstick. I smiled at my image, knowing that Grace would be pleased.Or, at least, I hoped she would be.Walking with my penis tucked between my thighs required me to take shorterand tighter strides. But the effect was much more seductive and sexy. Iconsciously forced my bare shoulders back, causing my DD breasts to jutoutward. Grace was intently moving about the kitchen, preparing.