She was just a little taller than average. He estimated around about 5'8 or 5'9 easy. Possibly even 5'10. She kept her usually red hair fixed tightly ...n what he had always heard referred to as a 'French braid', whatever that meant, and the braid ran down to about the middle of her back.Red hair was extremely uncommon around the southern end of the continent. Her hair was the rich color of a new copper coin and it shined in the sunlight just like the coin would have done was well.That. As I climbed the stairs, I couldn’t help notice how sexy her tight compact butt looked inside the well fitting formal women’s trouser that she was wearing. At this distance, I could also make out the outline of her panties through the fabric of her trousers.This boutique was housed in what used to be a large two storied independent bungalow owned by my father’s friend. Some of the walls separating the rooms had been pulled down to convert into a store. While the ground floor housed the. “That’s how queers started,” I said, “Some poor bastard couldn’t shit so his mate buggered him to loosen it up.”“You offering Chalk?” Nozzer said.“No way, but I reckon one of that lot would oblige.” I says pointing to the lounge bar where several sharply dressed blokes was sat round. I knew one of them, Peter “Nigel” Mansell“I’ll try anything Chalk,” Nozzer said through a haze of booze fumes, “Anything.”I went into the lounge, They was all there, gay as fuck, all sharp suits and that. One. " She paused,thinking. "And you ... since I converted you ... it might be the same."Leeta's eyes brightened with intensity at the prospect. "You might be aperpetual nympho! And every man you transform into a sister might become one,too!"Priscilla laughed. "Well, I look forward to testing your theory, sister!" theauburn-haired convert giggled happily. For her part, Leeta swore she felt theother woman's cunt pulse in anticipation.Minutes later, the two were out of the shower and checking with.