"I-I-I'm a girl!" whispered in shock Burt under the volume of the music.Burt's clothes also changed to match her new form. Her jeans fused, and crawle... up to mid thigh in the shape of a denim skirt. The flannel shirt remained practically the same, although it shrank to conform to the dimensions of a female body. The flannel shirt was now tied at the waist, as some girls do, to showcase a flat, smooth stomach. Burt's white tank T-shirt shrank into a white lacy bra that held Burt's nascent. It would not be a stretch to have her claim I molested her. And that would get me fired and possibly even jailed for being a nice guy!Still, this girl was clearly in trouble and her alternatives were few. If I threw her out of the building, she would have to try to find some overhang somewhere to get out of the rain. She would instantly get soaking wet and with the infamous Chicago wind, she would very quickly catch a cold - or worse. And putting a pretty young thing like her on the. I also saw her very wet t shirt sticking to her perfectly shaped breasts. She had definitely grown up since the last time I saw her. Her hard nipples poked proudly through her thin bra. Chelsea showed her to the shower and got her some dry clothes to change into.I sat on the couch, still picturing those perfect nipples in my head. Chelsea walked into the living room and caught me rubbing my cock through my pants. "Someone's having a naughty thought", she teased as she kneeled in front of me.. We had a large whisky each and conversation turned to how i had noticed his knee and arm touching of Ann, and he did admit to liking her and said i was a lucky guy. While he was having a pee I saw my chance, had a quick word with Ann, and we decided to put a plan into action that gave here a get out chance.“ok Tim we’re going to our room for a quick chat, we will leave the door unlocked if we decide we want you to join us, wait five minutes and come down to room 3, if the door is open its on,.