"I'll show you the basics this first time, but you must learn to do ityourself. And you're welcome to use any of my cosmetics to practice.You're free ...o try my clothes too, if you wish." Yea, I suppose." Ignoring (for the moment) the added consent to raidher wardrobe, I stared at the confusion of feminine 'necessities' out onthe vanity. Granted, I had dabbled in this stuff a few times, but neverto this extent by a long shot."Good. First we'll do your eyebrows." Tweezers materialized in her. Whereas in the first story, the main character had anidea that his body would change, this young man has NO IDEA that anychange is imminent! A solution to the transformation is included at theend.NOTICE: DO NOT HARDCOPY, COPY, REPOST, OR CHANGE AND DISTRUBUTE! IRESERVE ALL RIGHTS TO THIS STORY! Please note that violations of thisstatement will result in persecution! This is a work of fiction; anysimilarity to real persons or places is purely coincidental.I hope everybody likes:College. She smiled back and stood up- pretending to be going to the little Kitchenette to get some coffee. He stood up and followed her, watching her undulating hips in her short skirt and her legs covered in sheer stockings. She walked into the small space and he walked in behind her, trapping her in. she turned to say something and felt his hands on her ass, pulling her in close. She didn't resist. Then his mouth was on hers, his tongue pushing through her sweet lips with no resistance. Her hands. Thirty feet; it was too much to hope that Mister Schmidt wouldn't notice her crossing it, not six feet from his eyes. Hearing the faint rattle of a chain on concrete, she looked to her right where Tess, Mister Schmidt's amiable and well-behaved Spaniel, had come out of her commodious kennel in the shadows to welcome her. Tess was another old friend, and Megan shuffled cautiously along to where the dog could put her front paws on the wall and rise to lick her face affectionately. Megan looked in.