Franks, we can offer you something that no other company can." I tell him as I come from behind my desk."What is that Heather?" Looking over at Sue wh... has opened her blouse.Looking over at Abby, he watches as her skirt falls to the floor at her feet."Does this answer your question Mr. Franks?" I say, standing next to him rubbing my slit."Mmmm I see what you mean, Heather."The three of us strip off our clothes, tossing them in the air. Sue and Abby take his hands, pulling Mr. Franks to his. I made my apologies and humbly lost 18 holes of golf, trying to make light conversation. The partners were clearly not impressed, however, and I was constantly worried my clothes would change in the next instant. It was a relief to be done a few hours later, unchanged. I made my way back to my jeep, relieved. No sooner was I in the jeep, though, than my short legs opened up and formed a knee length floral print skirt. My street shoes became the same pair of strappy white flats - oh. Soon after this I came as much as I ever had while looking at Ben's photos and imagining tomorrow.I spent the next day in school begging for time to go faster, at lunch I met up with my friend whom I had previously blown several dozen times and told him my plan. He offered to take me to the bathroom and get me warmed up back there but I refused, however I did see an opportunity. I entered the bathroom with him, kneeling inside a stall as he sat on one of the toilet seats. There was no ceremony,. Authors Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-88. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, I was visiting my father. I.