The thing looked heavy, but he suspected that the dishes would be like the projectile books from the library. The next was a sofa that had rickety leg... added to it, the top cushions stitched together for some unseen reason.The last was a mannequin dummy with a pair of arms attached. Instead of fists, it had been given knife hands. The rest of the stuff in the hall seemed just put together experimentally, but these three seemed the most suspicious of them all.“The objects don’t seem to be. Stripping out of my “boy clothes” never felt as liberating as it did then, and the whisper of a touch from the lacy panties as they moved up my thighs almost had me moaning right there; I was biting my lip as I grabbed the sheer nightie I kept reserved for play-time, and I knew I was ready.Mentally, anyway. I might be practically dripping from my little clitty, but I’m not lucky enough to get wet down there without a little help. One hand got a nice little squirt of lube from the bottle, while. "You are going to turn some heads tonight." Oh Whatever!" She laughed as she hit me playfully on the chest. "The only head I care about turning is yours."I walked to her and took her hips in my hands and then kissed her on the lips. I reached for the hem of her dress and lifted with both hands."What do you think you're doing? We're already going to be late." She jokingly complained."I'm just going to change one little thing." I said, pulling her dress up to her stomach.I dropped to my knees in. As much as I wanted to experience the world in the body of this delectable creature, I was at a loss as to how to do it! Of course, I had no women's clothes, and the clothes that I had, in addition to being filthy from a week's worth of tropical island dirt, would hardly fit around this tight, curvy body. I sat up, subconsciously tossing my long, black hair out of my eyes and looked in the mirror again. I was still dumbfounded by the sight of this incredible beauty in the mirror. I surveyed my.